#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit

The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Childhood that I still stalk,
It seems like a chase,
The untold stories,
Dream 'em I should,
But here am I in this alone walk,
Living a void an empty space,
Thinking of past glories,
Yet stay persistent and strong, yes I would.

© sanzia