Empty Box Poem by david gerardino

Empty Box



IM squezzed into this empty box,
engulfed by some restless
thoughts, and reading a language
that only the bipoler peaple can
hear.
FIRST its white,
then its green,
then the apostles start to scream!
turn on the lights!
turn on the lights!
turn on the lights! and watch the
shadows slip away.
one day im going to fly away, and
leave all my toys behind, untill
then ill pretend that the ghost
and the language, is a gift from
a wicked bipoler friend.
im squezzed into this empty box,
engulfed by some restless thoughts,
and reading a language only the
bipoler peaple can read...........

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