#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit

"The Autistic Kid"

The days of chalk,
I wish I could erase,
They hold the memories
Of childhood,
Of mockery I never,
Ever understood.

Of lonesome, hot days,
Overstimulated by sunlight,
By shouting and horseplay,
By the lack of any training.
I slinked away to my books,
Too scared to be myself.


© Miyamoto Yoshi