One Autistic View

Thursday, 29 July 2021

Was it something I did?
was it something I said?
kaleidoscope words twisting round in my head.

Each innocent word
I thought was so clear,
churning up waters, distorting ideas.

Catching on weeds,
disturbing rank silt,
rustling spiked sedge root, calmness unbuilt.

Mind undercurrents
distort thought and word
stifle each utterance - fear to be heard.
Silence is golden; spoken thought, absurd.