Dyslexic Laments

cuz life is hard and so are words

Category: poetry

Mikey

Never inquired of you:
the truth behind your tongue.
Speak, brother, speak;
until the gaping void is gone!

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Lindsie

I lean in
to taste your malice
and remember
villains have mothers too.

Mom

How can I not sit with you
amongst the rubble?
In the familiar cold dark,
we’ve come full circle.

Obie

My friends sent to ask,
“Are you him?”
I want to believe you
while in holding.