Thinking to much

I'll never be grammatically correct
How can I be, Being someone like me.
Even though I had the schooling,
A lexdysia misinthrop who couldn't read.

Then again I've never been sane,
Why on earth would I want to be.
In a world that constantly bleeds,
While the vampires of the world feed.

Going to bed at one, Getting up at five,
You would think I'd be more dead than alive.
Thinking to much drives my mind wild,
It's the word's that I write I cannot find.

It's as though there asleep in my mind,
Slowly drifting out of my half awake head.
As I watch the clouds form in the sky,
Is this the time for me to say goodbye.

What if we could move onto the next,
It would be a wonderland of possibilities.
A peaceful land, Shared by man,
That I know, I would love to see.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-08-08 at 00:07

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
This has real vulnerability in it. The opening about never being grammatically correct because of dyslexia is honest and disarming, and it sets up a voice that doesn't try to be polished. The vampire image is a little familiar, but it still lands with some bite. The poem drifts a lot after that, moving from sleeplessness to words to clouds to an imagined peaceful land. The emotional thread gets a little lost. The strongest moments are the most personal ones, like watching the words slip out of a half awake mind. Staying with that feeling would make the ending feel more earned. Still, the exhaustion is palpable.
2026-08-25