Manic State II

Filled with crackling laughter 

Bright and hot and dangerous 

It's screaming for release 

Hoping to burst out of my chest 

And leave this charred mortal coil behind 

Magnesium burning in my soul 

Beautiful and strong but destined to die quickly 

With just a pile of ashes as a tombstone 

Hurricane whirling through my brain 

Crashing over lifelines and lives 

Yet having a heart in its eye so pure 

An isle, a moment of peace, in the storm

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I really enjoyed reading your poem, Great explanation of what it is to be manic.