The Manic Depressive Cycle
The Manic Depressive Cycle
I breathe into my lungs and soul,
The wind beneathe the bright blue sky.
My spirit stares into the sun,
And burns its passion on my mind.
Through unseen tears I watch myself,
Speak lines drawn from a comic play.
From dark warm depths I tear my heart,
And place it, bleeding, on your tray.
Copyright © Sally Blackburn | Year Posted 2011
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