Manic Depression Poem by Sarah Sisson

I talk about the mania
but it's the depression that's a...

...despicable choice. My menu
is plentiful with lowest hue.

And I can produce a strong whence.
I've rammed a car, knocked down my fence.

And these are things I lightly did.
I cared not who, when, what'd forgive...

...the unpredictable things I
did happen upon; laugh and cry...

...I would do in the same sentence.
My mind was gone, I has no sense.

But when I took that little pill
I calmed right down, my world not shrill.

The pain and pleasure did collide.
I did come through the other side...

...to live in such a normal way
that creativity went stray.

I came to harness what I knew
was given to me, chosen few...

...did understand how much I lost
when I was calmed down. What a cost...

...it is to lead a mundane life.
The pictures too clear. Miss the strife...

...I once had; now I make it so
that I will love the high and low.

copyright 01-25-2009