QUIRKY THOUGHTS

My vision is out of sight,
Why do lines wiggle.
When I try to write,
Couldn't even straighten them,
By ironing them out at night.
Why does my parallel world,
Not have parallel lines.
Why has my God cut out,
That part of my sight.




Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-08-03 at 00:26

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