Tamiviolet Manchas Poet Dramatic Verse

Journal Entry of a Manic Depressive

Saturday April 13, 1877

Remove the dagger from my eye;
      Apply a tourniquet to my wounds;
          Surcease this oozing blood from the-
           Depths of my soul;
        Deliver me from this pain;
   Allow me to live again;
No more motivation ~

     Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...

No more inspiration ~
       No one to blame...
          But me;
            Shall I help dig the hole?
          Will you hand over the shovel?
      Deeper...deeper ~
No path out...

Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...

No solution ~
      It is now time for the conclusion;
         The clock will surely strike-
             The Hour soon;
         Shall I call it a day?
    Shall I leave work early?
Shall we salute with bread and wine?

     Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The apples are rotting ~
      I will not eat a peach ~
          No resolution to this-
               Bleak life;
          No room for interpretation;
     The blueprint allows not-
For flexibility;

Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The murky river runs too deep;
      Wipe the sediment from my brow;
           Everything so particular...
            I drive through a blizzard-
        Only to slide...pendulous...
    On the threshold of a slope...
Trapped ~

     I will never sleep...again.

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