Solid Madness Poem by david gerardino

Solid Madness



BIPOLER tears sound like thunder.
THEY drip like rain.
THEY drip like blood.
THEY kick and scream like a sad
little child, then in the night
they fade.

to many bullets in her gun.
TO many highs,,, and lows.
still, its got to end.

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