POETRY | MENTAL HEALTH
Supersonic Thoughts
A poem written while on mania
note: This is an old poem of mine, from 2007, the prelim version of which I wrote in Greek. I wrote it while on mania. Its original Greek title is “Φλογισμένα Όνειρα”, which means “Dreams on Fire”.
My thoughts are supersonic my dreams are trapped in a wildfire can I express in mere words the perfect storms dancing in my head?
My mind is howling like a wolf angry and petulant at the Full Moon I am unable to slow it down will I regain my inner peace (fragile as it was)?
Even when I am asleep I can feel my mind is ablaze all my senses follow suit will I ever enjoy a good sleep?
My eyes are aching, burning as they look at the flame my senses play tricks with me is my flesh tearing from my bones?
Here come the hallucinations my dear old frenemies I cannot say that I missed you did you really miss me that much?
Things that should not exist start to manifest again fear starts gripping my heart and my state begins to worsen
At such times of chaos and mayhem ‘peace and quiet’ is an elusive dream one too abstract, too fleeting to obtain a wish and hope forever out of reach
And yet, at the end of it all I know my flames will soon die out my supersonic thoughts will turn subsonic well, that is, until the next round
