dyslexia

Imagine a twisted image

An image inside a thought

Now paint a word to tell the world

The image that you bought

A word that has no sound

Silent, black as ink

An image caught inside a thought

I think I've got that right!

The twisted thought I think I had

Has gone, I think

The colour of my thoughts shine bright

Cutting light into the night

Alas like rain my words fall down

Form puddles, muddy, on the ground

People kick the dirty puddle

My thoughts all scattered

In a muddle



Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-09-28 at 21:02

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I experienced this once for a few weeks immediately after I had a stroke. It was not fun... Not at all. It scared the hell out of me. Fortunately it was transient. Mick, you captured it very well.
2015-09-29


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Needles to say , I know! With it's evil twin dyspepsia life can be intolerable! At best barely tolerable!
Ken D
2015-09-28