OUTTA SYNC

I'm on these new tablets,
Confusion rains supreme.
Only way to make up rhymes,
Seems to be in dreams.

My thought process appears,
to be completely outta sync.
It seems to me incomprehensible,
That tablets effect the way I think.

So like my scribbles from my mind,
I find it hard to make poetic rhymes.
My mind and brain is tired of Myself,
Posting poem's will be erratic in itself.

From poetic verse I won't be walking,
I'll let my poem's do the talking.
Even though I feel I'm cursed,
I won't give up on the written verse.

If a girl flutters her eyelids,
Do butterflies lose there wings.
Think I heard that somewhere,
In the middle of my dreams.

Yet another new tablet to feed my head,
Feels like I'm fighting a losing battle.
When people ask me how I am,
I just shake my head and let them
Listen to all the tablets rattle.





Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-18 at 00:06

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds like a battle Royale, Alan. The butterfly flutter by thing sounds similar to the fairy 🧚 thing. And yesterday I missed a dose and my meds are out of sync. Goodness what a ride!
2022-09-18