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!