POETRY IS STRANGE
Poetry is strangeIt helps to
Capture my brain,
Forcing me to write,
Again and again.
Wish I could say,
I'd been taught that way.
It wasn't to be,
For no one could see,
The poet inside off me.
I seem to have
An inspirational style
Some make me laugh
Some make me cry,
Of that I cannot deny.
Find it hard to read others,
It's the dyslexia inside.
I get lost in the word's,
Although I have tried.
With dementia hidden inside.
Yet here I still am,
Not just a poet.
But a humble man,
Trying to survive,
As much as he can.
I'm still feeling tired,
My body feels drained
It must look a sight.
Even though now,
I'm sleeping at night.
Chasing my dreams,
Trying to write.
It doesn't come easy,
It really does feel,
I'm losing the fight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-05-30 at 03:48
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