I’m writing this poem,
To help me explain,
How PD medication,
Has effected my brain.
I need medication,
To keep my symptoms at bay,
But it’s making behave,
In an uncontrolled way.
I can buy many things,
I already possess,
If I try something new,
I start to obsess.
It started the day,
I read my old poem,
I’d write just one more,
But I’ve just kept on going.
There’s only one way,
I can write and can see,
All of the words ,
That keep coming to me.
I must use the words,
To tell a story that rhymes,
Use a number of verses,
That all have four lines.
I just know to write quickly,
And the words seem to flow,
How this all happens,
I’m not sure that I know.
I woke early this morning,
Pointless knowing the time,
These words were all with me.
They just needed to rhyme.
This may be the day,
I may like it or not,
That after this poem,
My brain tells me to STOP.
The words invade us at night
With our mind that silence refreshed
And we write wanting to wake up the world
Lending it our gaze
Of multicolored filter
AVF
Las palabras nos invaden de noche
Con nuestra mente que el silencio ha refrescado
Y escribimos queriendo despertar al mundo
Prestándole nuestra mirada
De filtro multicolo
Love this one 💗. Short lines and concise bang on the money!
Indeed! Easy to read and nailed the subject
That's probably why PD poets write on the wall - it's a better obsession than most we encounter!