Taunting My Brain Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taunting My Brain



White brick walls, reflecting thoughts flying around
like hungry mosquitoes.

Alighting every few seconds, glimmering in the light,
taunting my brain with questioning mirrors of intellect.

Training thoughts into immediate words, falling quickly
from pen onto paper.

Saturday, March 15, 2014
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