Chained

a poem about mania

there are no words for it 

I’d like to think

Although,

there are probably many 

The feeling of soaring�"

of reeling, and roaring 

the mind exhausting itself

the flame burning brighter 

higher, O, higher

from flame to fire 

it goes

ever-expanding 

ever-engrossing

ever-controlling the whole

there are words for it�"

lengthy lists of categorical terms, 

clinical, 

clean, 

detached

neat little boxes made by neat little terms 

to categorize and classify

MANIC

that’s the word for it 

no longer indescribable 

clearly now definable 

once unfettered 

now chained,

by terms and labels bound

MANIC

how the fire dims,

now to a flame

its bounding ceased, 

no more to soar, to reel or roar

no more

no more 

no more

Author's Note

let me know if the structure seems too choppy in places