Autism

Autism short poem

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Oh NO! Oh NO!
why can’t they tell,
shopping is sheer hell
for me in tow,
of them.

I feel quite sick
but pretend to be slick
for as long as the
gremlins in my head
stay dead
quiet.

The fireworks begin
as trolleys wiz by
and the tanoid shrieks out
in a din,
telling us we will win??

The lights sparkle and flare
like bonfire night
and bangs in my head
roar never-ending.

I lie on the floor
cover my head
kick my feet
scream and yell
in silence.
This is my sheer hell
help meeeee!

Get up, get up,
the echo repeats
and arms enfold me,
“five more minutes dear son.
Please be good and you can
pick your own food
for tea tonight.

At home I dived upstairs
and under the bed
I covered my head
and knew I would go hungry
not by choice tonight.

One day, One day
I will shout out
Sorry mum
but shopping was my
SHEER HELL.

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I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
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Shamala Chandran
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Agony of a child being dragged around a shopping mall. But who is autistic here? and why this name for the poem?

Darren Scanlon
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Once again, Johanna, your images are so well portrayed. What a great insight into a troubled mind.

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Centfie
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This is a vivid glimpse into the life of an autistic child which some people don’t understand.

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