When the words come faster than a brain can process them
Dyslexic words sword:
bladed from a tired brain
that is seeing backward.
Hard to avoid the shard of steel
when all you see
are mirrored images
Can't mind Ps and Qs
when they be dead wrong,
when you can't trust your eyes.
Typed words confound spellcheck;
translation compounds insult.
Shorthand version a suffered injury.
Wish I could take a photograph
of the inside of my mind.
Open Prompt: Write a poem 15 lines or less, Structured or Free Verse, on the topic of your choosing.
Written for "The Whatever Contest." "The Whatever Contest"
Word/Line Count: 15 lines