I must apologize,
For not understanding.
All the poems that I've read,
There's something wrong,
With my dyslexic head.
I suffer greatly,
From my lexdysia health.
Obliterating my one true self;
Leaving me with consternation.
What's the use of contemplation,
Not remembering our constellation.
Of course I try from January to December,
There's something in me I can't remember.
With each new thought within my head,
One leaks out more often than it's said.
Grains of sand upon a expanding beach,
If I could remember things I could teach.
Used to read all the time what's the use,
It's as if around my mind there's a noose.
Strangled thoughts that bleed from me,
Which pi is pie 3.142 or steak & kidney.
What's use is a syllable cannot remember,
Or even the smallest biggest disaster.
Your brain your mind you cannot master,
When ideas leak out even faster.
Think I have a broken spider brain,
Spinning out thousands of thoughts.
The reason why I cannot explain,
I forgot to remember once again.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-05-01 at 04:22
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