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
the free gift of love........
adrift no more.........
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