Manic: Compulsively Free (An Original Poem)
We’re Manic.
by Ezra Vancil
We’re Manic.
Depression?
Still in question
Not for me
My mother knows, I sleep, in shoes
dirty clothes
with lithium
bottles
strewn
I chain myself
in working
panic
She’s Manic
She talks at speed
too fast for
God’s
Prayer to read
Excited, beyond
the force - Indeed
we’re manic
I mean
compulsively free
images by Ezra
Thanks for reading. I'm Ezra Vancil a Texas Songwriter and Performer and sometimes writer and artist. You can check out more at www.ezravancil.com OR go to my more music-focused Steemit Blog @ezravancil for more videos and music stuffs.