Mania

Pulsating underneath my tingling human flesh,

Trillions of red blood cells dancing and swaying.

Simmering underneath my dreary basset hound eye bags,

Flaming fire and desire born out of my own need for sleep.

Shaking are my cold and violent hands,

While my body pouts that it does not get its way.

If my physical manifestation were free,

It would spend a million dollars on things it doesn’t need.

If my legs broke out of their rightful imprisonment,

They would dance until they were drenched in a sticky humid sweat.

Chains bound my wrists to prevent my imminent collapse,

From the rush of a mind blowing high i did not endorse.

I will sit in silence on the edge of my seat and wait,

For the rollercoaster ride from hell to end.

(c) Israel Abraham