Lost

Another poem about my son suffering Bipolar disorder

Demons entrap his memory,
flashbacks from years ago seem like just yesterday,
On one hand, it's a given talent
On one shoulder, it's nothing but a weight.

Monsters rule his night time,
sweet dreams replaced with immorals,
peers turn into rivals,
mightmares of evil, lurking after him.

Voices carry over thought,
telling him to start the fight,
verbose little green men,
taking charge of his already fragile mind.

No wonder he's lost the will to survive.