Mouth Full Of Colour

This is a quiet poem I write about synesthesia and what it feels like to me. Sorry I said 'quiet poem', but that's how this poem sounds to me.

MOUTH FULL OF COLOUR- synesthesia and what it feels like


The music that I hear
Has a taste, has a feel
When I speak any word
Colours dance like a flying bird
Like splashing paints of blue and red
Can you hear what it feels like to be warm in your bed?
I speak and see colours dashing back and forth
I can taste the cold bitter of the north
People laugh
People grin
Say its crazy that numbers have kin
You just wait
I bet you'll see
7 is a way worse enemy
8 with her cats and pearl necklaces
And R with his tuxedo acting like an earl
Yes, you laugh, but cant you see
What a wonder it is to be
A 'sufferer' as most may say
Of this wonderful thing
This beautiful thing that is
Synestesia!

Author's Note

Please comment feedback!