THE sky splits open, like a angry mouth,
the planets begine to play basketball,
as your moods start to swing.
YOUR telescope hitz a home run, then
begines to fade, into this bipoler dream.
YOU scratch your head with a rainy thought,
then laugh at the colors, on your walls.
A man shows up with a smile on his face,
then gives you your pills, then walks away.
THE sky begines to fold in your head, so
you put it in your wallet , and go to bed.
DAVID..AWESOME SPIN INTO THE INTANGIBLE SPECTRUMS OF THE MINDS-EYE...MASTERFUL IMAGERY...NEED TO READ MORE OF YOUR WORK... YOU DISPLAY A KEEN SCOPE FOR THE ABSTRACT...NICE WRITE, DAVID
Very hard for those afflicted by this, this is well written, Love Duncan
Best stay off the pills David, Add an S to the title darling, it's a 'an angry mouth' cool insight you have. Those men in white coats keep calling but I hide inside my computer, they can't get me there! lol Grinning at you, Tai
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Hi David, Very different. I am not sure what bipolar is. I thought it was more of a mood thing. Your metaphors are used well. Great imagery. Excellent.