Racing in a panic to get somewhere
The place I do not know
Lost while running on a sidewalk
I am a bull that knocks over everything I see
No time for eating
Quiet but loud
Hunting but gathering
I lose knowledge of my name
The body melts into liquid
Lost and now untraceable
I wake up to peaceful sounds
I am solid again

 

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About dansonwambua

I have autism and I use rapid prompting method to write this blog.

2 responses »

  1. melschstr@aol.com says:

    I’ve already sand this — but I repeat — he is astonishing. I’m delighted to be a recipient of his thoughts. mel

  2. nell Eakin says:

    A very nice poem, I found it to be transportive. Thank you Danson!

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