Kai Michael Neumann Poet Free verse

Manic Melancholia

Manic Melancholia

He flew high as a kite with no ceiling concealing his madness

A hawker plying his trade with all prayers lost preying on reason

Sold out flapping wings and the wind soaring no sores attached

No strings yet a puppet found but not lost scraping skies all in one

He struck the most delirious chords strangled the care of his mind

A hanged man falling a bruising garrotte noosed losing the plot then

The parachute opened on impact buried the mania deep under cover

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Constance La France November 17, 2017 at 1:50 PM Kai, you have such an interesting way of using words and making your poetry deep and dark~

Darren White November 1, 2017 at 6:06 AM "High as a kite", "ceiling concealing", that is beautifully written. As is all of this very relatable poem....

Susan Ashley October 25, 2017 at 8:21 PM A very sad, deep look inside oneself Kai. Well written with awesome imagery. Your first line is spectacular. Enjoyed! Kai Michael Neumann October 26, 2017 at 1:41 AM Thank you so much Susan. I appreciate that. Many wishes, Kai

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 25, 2017 at 8:36 AM Potent pen! Kai Michael Neumann October 26, 2017 at 1:41 AM Thank you. I like that expression 'Potent Pen'.