(An A to Z Challenge entry)
Imagine I interrupt your stream of conscious inadvertently.
I imprison your soul in ways that seem impossible.
My ignorance invades your intelligence,
Implying an inability to increase insight.
Impatiently I insist that you impart my imposition.
I simply cannot identify with your ideals.
Insane ideas impale your intuition,
I interfere with your inertia.
My infamy impairs your illumination,
Immersing immediate infestation.
Inconsistently I ignore my own inaccuracies.
In reality I just struggle with my own imperfections.