Skewed
A developing disability leaves me with no feeling
Left in my hand or my heart
Unappealing story right from the start
Emotions are no longer touched but clutched under fingers frail
Substitution lingers as my sight uses a form of braille
So in turn feelings are felt with my eyes
As my vision deciphers structures
My palms begin to cry
Thus leaves my soul ruptured
Wiping my tears away with my pupils defeat the purpose
I repeat Its all in vain
Mistaken action emerge worthless
eyes were causing the pain
An that’s all that he wrote was a
Dot dot dot
Punctuation was punctured into the paper
As this writer hit his block.
A developing disability leaves me with no feeling
Left in my hand or my heart
Unappealing story right from the start
Emotions are no longer touched but clutched under fingers frail
Substitution lingers as my sight uses a form of braille
So in turn feelings are felt with my eyes
As my vision deciphers structures
My palms begin to cry
Thus leaves my soul ruptured
Wiping my tears away with my pupils defeat the purpose
I repeat Its all in vain
Mistaken action emerge worthless
eyes were causing the pain
An that’s all that he wrote was a
Dot dot dot
Punctuation was punctured into the paper
As this writer hit his block.