A sonnet about the perilous throes of bipolar mania and the outcome in their wake.


A Manic Meditation on the Bipolar Blues

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
as 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
so vile that I become full-blown manic;
then I am overwhelmed and feel unblest!



Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-25 at 11:59

Tags Bipolar  Blues  Manic 

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I have always adored the sonnet, be it Petrarchan or Shakespearean. I like the way you've penned this sonnet. If it is autobiographical in tone, I hope you'd get fine soon.

Best,
Bibek
2018-05-26



A well-written sonnet on the difficulties of living with the disorder. Frightening at times, but I understand also that those afflicted can feel so powerful during that time that they miss it when it passes.
Ashe
2018-05-25