Scrambled Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

There's no meaning to my words
They float in my imagination
And get lost in my mind
Like the words you spoke
When you are angry
I have no words explaining my justification
On how I feel
Except in the silence in the air
Where my tongue is captured
As they are whispered to my hand
It puts them down on paper
But the words are scrambled
Like a Picasso
Making nonsense in my voice
I repeat... repeat
Until suddenly, it makes sense