#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
they leave impressions,
hard in my case.

They hold memories of my childhood,
written in blood and chalk.
looking back
it was a long walk.

My past is my past
I've learned my lessons
one mistake at a time
All mine, my forever possessions

Angry now,
too much abuse
Tears flow with memories
suppressed from my youth
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