23 November, 2010

Bipolar poetry.

evnous

I have a rain in my heart
buzzing and kicking the doors.
Can you feel it? I am overwhelmed.
Only poetry can open my windows.
Only poetry can bring the sunshine, through music.
I have a thunderstorm in my brain,
showing off its dangerous waterfall in my hair.
Rapid drops of cry, sheltered by bipolar poetry.

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