Autism Poem by Eric Roxas

Autism



I am fond of looking up, every so often

To search for a trace

Or even just a crooked shadow

That might still be lingering amidst my sky.

For those whitest whips, curls and twirls-

Etched tenderly in my memory.

For that abandoned cloud who once danced

And swirled accross

My clear and crisp timebound morning.

It seemed too odd.

Too strange, too unique for some.

Yet, it is still that same peculiar cloud,

My eyes crave to chance upon.

That stubborn cotton mist,

Who swiftly sizzled away from my sight- too soon.

Though all that's left now is

A speck of its sweetness over my lips,

I am forever sheltered in this hunger-

Knowing somehow someday,

This darkness I see will shed

To let my smiley cloud out

And play in my sky again.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lady Grace 18 July 2010

'To let my smiley cloud out And play in my sky again.'.......''my '' here represents his own world...this poem is very nice...

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