Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2155868
Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #2155868
A sonnet about the perilous throes of bipolar mania and the outcome in their wake.
Wild with unbounded energy tonight,
    I eschew my med's; but I soon then hear
    the frightful voices trumpet in my ear;
they haunt me into the stillness of night,
while I transform into a monstrous sight;
    a version of myself which I most fear,
    and dread, as mania befalls me. Dear
God! why am I accursed with this dire plight!?
Life with bipolar disorder feels tragic,—
    it's like a trial by fire, a hard test:
at times, this dark disease makes me frantic
    with madness, rapture, and profound unrest
that's so vile that I go full-blown manic;
    then I am overwhelmed and feel unblest!
© Copyright 2018 The Swarthy Bard (ngoc at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2155868