Everything is lost, jumbled
scrambled in my mind
i try to speak and the words fall
their forgotten in time.
i shake and i twitch
so many stories, so many lines
so many words that come out in a spurt
they silently slither, they cross and it hurts
which is which, what is what
six windows open when one door shuts
again and again, the stories pile on
my mind races, but there is no finish line
i trip and i fall.
everything drops, words scatter into letters
my minds blank and i feel clear
i feel better.
(c)HeyJude
(c)ArielPerez
Your poetry so easily paints a picture in my head it is always pleasant to read.
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