I tried to read between the lines,
But the spaces drove me out of my mind,
So I took a pause and left a mark,
Only to be on the wrong page when I did restart.
I tried to listen to the voice,
But the imagery was mad for choice,
So I hung from a comma to rub my eyes,
Only to fall into the spot of the lowercase ‘i’.
I tried to straighten out the spine,
But the creases highlighted the futile tries,
So I shut the hard paperback for not being forward,
Only to note all understanding lies in the after-word.