The Mocking Bird

keep speaking on
with no concern, no though
its ain't fun,
you mocking bird.

The dark black clouds
keep me entangled
no speech, no cough,
do I worry or shrug off?

The bird mocks again
for its pleasure
and my pain
at once I lose it all
and that’s what it gained

I tried flying too,
but the wind played a tackle
Did I take off? Phew!!
the wings were shackled

since I was young,
I have tasted sorrow
on my tongue
this point blank shot in the brain
doesn’t affect me.

keep speaking on
with no concern for my though
its ain't fun,
you mocking bird.
it doesn’t affect me.