A sonnet about the perilous throes of bipolar mania and the outcome in their wake.
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
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Written on 2018-05-25 at 11:59
Tags Bipolar  Blues  Manic 
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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
Read 818 times
Written on 2018-05-25 at 11:59
Tags Bipolar  Blues  Manic 
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