Novel

I wrote this a long time ago, simply titled 'Dyslexia: A love affair'

The ringer to my imaginary dial tone
Take the pages flip them, burn them, rip them
Seize the fighting dance and turn it into a poetic ballet
Lacking ability or so it is stated

I was yours, you broke me

Life is fireflies in the darkness
Delayed imaginary theories brought on silver platters
Shoulders cupped like pooled waters
Lifeless like an infants cry

I am distant like the ocean

Violet is the morning, rusty with leftover dewdrops
Hovering, hovering distance
Sing the phrases of my existence
Sing the lapping ever-longing hum of societies claimed professors

I am free, I am breathing

Beautiful grace, heavenly dusk
Mournful dove broken by dreams
Rosemary sprinkled daybreak

I am longing, I will wait

Losing in every moment, attempting to get by
Breathing in the negative surrounding
Suffocate on letters and sounds
A Genetic disposition