Dulcet Mania- Part One: Indigo

Sunk deep into the darkness of murky blue,
I am encased in searing ice.
My heart anchors me down,
filled with sorrow and lead.
Then, infringing on my deep blue prison,
a visitor emerges, unseen and haunting
so haunting and familiar, it lures me,
whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
They seem to melt the ice within me
and I follow the whispers
up, up, up, slowly to the surface...
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This, and it's sequels soon to come, are about how I can best describe manic depression and what I experience in certain manic episodes.