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"Bi-Polar"
One minute, kind,
the next, not so much.
Never in front of me,
At first I had a hunch.
Light to darkness,
kindess to cruel.
Highly to dirt,
You must think i'm a fool.
One minute the sun can shine,
and then the next storm when I can't see.
This weather pattern that goes on,
what could the reason be.
Maybe mother nature,
is not all that she seems.
Confusing us with lies,
with rainbows and sunbeams.
Summer to winter,
water to fire.
Mother nature does,
what her heart desires.
If one minute you can say something,
and then the next change your mind.
Then my dears you are bi-polar,
neither mean nor kind.
that is such an eloquent way to put something that is truly soul torturing. You've captured bipolar in a general meaning but i like it. i urge you to go deeper, more from an insider's point of view. i love pyschology, so poems such as this intrigue me. good work!
MR