Dyslexic Mime

Torturous it would seem

Live the way we do

Remedy this with what

Hold on my dear

Taking a vaccine hurts

So does not taking it later on

Pain is inevitable

But happiness is a possibility

Writing dischords of rhymes

Feeling like a dyslexic mime

Tomorrow brings rocky starts

Home is an idea I don't have

Unlucky the son of lucky

To be loved but never had

In the end there isn't one

As in the beginning none

Sticks and stones they

Broke my bones see

But words oh how they did me

Scabs of my mind still itching

Find it in his heart frantic

Future remains unsteady balance

Sunsets melt down into nothing

Dark exists without something

Hanging on gossamer thread
Breathing clean mission dread
This ones for me but you can see
I burn on the inside like tobacco indeed

© Rahul Chidambaran 2015