Manic-Depression

Up with the birds
Out with the wind
Through with the confidence
And nothing makes sense
Like the up and up
Careening into the dark
And down, down, down
I'm stranded in the park
Dilapidated and dated (and what's my consolation?)
My brain's been thrown to the sharks

Floating, blue water dyed red
As they cut to the surface
My body is cast-iron lead
Watching as this place
Roars from nil and naught
To somewhere I want to stay
I don't know where to look
Now and again I'm turned on my head
Only now I can read it like a book
When I'm not sunken so deep in my bed