Manic- Depression
From a too full ride of unleashed ecstasy
I’ve been pulled
to be kept
In a blank
Empty pen
With a dirty mirror
And meager traces of music
That my ears can’t make out
Come back! My happy mood
And let me live bright sharpness in a crowded festival clowns!
Out!
Out
These bleak companions
My memories
Those frowning bitter faces
In uniforms of grey
^top^
