I'M-POET-TENT

Living without stimulation

hell-cell abomination, urge

has no drive, how can you

explain Aphantasia: No-

thing behind my eyes,

no-minds-eye.

Darkness within dark-

ness. Even my taste

buds have left me like 

my long-term memory.

It's hard to put this in- 

to words when you

can't even get a hard-

on, life is beyond me.

Camping out in my

tent but this is no

holiday, the wheel-

chair is my sense of

freedom that i cant

sit-in. How can one

explain this to an

able-bodied person

when I can't even

under   -   stand

My     -    self.