dyslexia
Imagine a twisted imageAn 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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