The Manic Nightmare
Unwanted evils of mental dark repast
stream through the mind
Like sun soaked shards of glass.
Becoming trapped in the night
and bray at incandescent moon.
Piercing
stabbing
with each point in starlight
minutely abating
with the light of day.
Time in illumination
screams past
like hands with claws
that rake in waves
toward the night
of yet unforeseen depths.
Darkness lifted
only by the ebb
and precarious moments
of the ever elusive
reprieve.
A Dear friend of mine has manic depression and this is what I see of that desease.
Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012
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