**** Blacking Out ****

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Bipolar Poem (Draft)



Insatiable lust turns

morbid.  Teeth gnashing

and rainbows bleed out

until everything is red.

What happened?

Picking up the pieces

No one understands.

Sugar regains its sweetness

until shades of doubt

form the horizon

from which the brain sets.


*I don’t normally write poetry, but I know a lot of people that suffer from bipolar.  It’s on my mind.   So I figured just toss up something quick.  It’s really hard knowing people that suffer from it.

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