Are you suffering unwanted images?

I don’t know what that even means.

Are we talking of blood splattered villages?

Or my limbs bleeding out from the seams?

Are you suffering unwanted images?

Yes yes it’s the weight of oppression,

Of the suffocating, numbing malaise

Of a relentless Bipolar Depression.

Are you suffering unwanted images?

I wish I could say I’m without.

But a metaphorical bleed,

Is all the tears that come out.