Terry L. Allen Poet Free verse

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.

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Dave Timperley May 21, 2013 at 1:42 AM A great write with an insight that only a sufferer can give. Is this a form of depression? I will do a read up on the subject. God Bless. Dave.

Debbie Duncan April 5, 2013 at 3:31 PM very well done Terry, ;} Terry L. Allen April 6, 2013 at 5:22 PM Thank you for your kind review and kind words. Huggs TLee

Vince Suzadail Jr. July 1, 2012 at 6:25 PM It is a crippling difficult to fight disease. Reprieves are short lived. The fight can only be won from within. Terry L. Allen July 3, 2012 at 9:54 AM I see you have an underestanding of this desease also. I tried to get across the jarring and edgy existance that it is with little peace of mind. Thank you for your understanding and review. TLee