david gerardino

Bipoler - Poem by david gerardino

ADRIFT, with my chaotic struggles,
i collapse into a bipoler ghetto, and
find broken strings, and dirty books,
and a friend with black smoke....
ADRIFT, into the night, i fall like
a failing priest, and wait for the
free gift...................
the free gift of love........
adrift no more.........

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 28, 2012

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