Forget what exactly brought this poem around. Probably one of those days were I felt numb in the head from thinking about something too much and noticed how easy it is to go from one extreme to another.
Opposites are truly closer than they appear
It’s not the opposite end
It’s simply a part of the cycle
You’ve gotta hate to love
And love to hate
Seems to go to one extreme
Ends you at the other
Positive and Negative are a part of each other
It all seems to blend so much
Because when you focus you loose touch
It all comes crashing downhill
Leaves you at a standstill
Blinding
Reeling
Unfeeling
Unseeing
All and nothing
They seem the same
Just like the mentally competent
And those truly insane