Manic

I can’t count the nights,
I didn’t sleep.
Maniacal in my undertakings,
restless.
I was up,
must come down one day.
I made phone calls at 4 AM,
time got blurred along the way.
People fear me,
they don’t understand I was ill.
It’s very lonely at the top,
but the overwhelming sense of joy
the energy,
I miss it sometimes.

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