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: sometimes 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!