Swinging On A Mood

A description of my bipolar disorder.

I sit alone, in
This quiet dark,
Listening to my troubled
Heart remark;
One moment, I'm high,
Lofty as a bird,
The next, empty for all my
Dreams and hopes deferred.
My heart's blood wells
From behind jaded eyes,
These highs and lows are
Bound together by unknown ties.
But wait!-
Finally!-
Sleep,
My elusive mistress,
Has finally come to
Whisk..
Me...
Away....
Proving all my words
Superfluous.