#WritcoPoemPrompt16


The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...

On every page there are thrills,
Life gives me an earthquake drill,
Like how it's hard to climb up hills,
I fell and left blood on my trail...

Just like how James plastered and gone,
I tried to stop him so I run fast as I...