Tulsi Patel
Chicago, Illinois, United States

Paint chips

Plume of smoke

Plume of feathers

Peach pits

Petty parrot

Paris

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In muddled speech dwells a world unknown,
Where ordered words once danced, now overthrown.
Broca’s realm, a twisted maze,
Where language hides in veiled haze.
The mind’s expression, bound and tied,
An overpass collapsed, connections dried.

Thoughts in motion, stammer and strain,
Lost in echoes, a speech in vain.
Within this labyrinthine net,
Emotions trapped, unspoken yet.
A voice within, seeks to be heard,
But the words escape, like cheetah’s prey
Raveled syntax, jumbled clues,
A tapestry of words, lost and confused.