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A Past soon forgotten
#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
those that were "built" in hate.
Though I cry and plead just to start anew.
To my dismay there isn't anything, anyone in this world can do.
A little trauma here and a little trauma there, it has all mixed together and soon became to hard to bear.
Why should I have to erase something that did not need to take place?
My life is not a canvas on which you can paint,
My life belongs to me!
I should not have to feel as if all I want to do is escape!
© Carpe Diem 2021
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
those that were "built" in hate.
Though I cry and plead just to start anew.
To my dismay there isn't anything, anyone in this world can do.
A little trauma here and a little trauma there, it has all mixed together and soon became to hard to bear.
Why should I have to erase something that did not need to take place?
My life is not a canvas on which you can paint,
My life belongs to me!
I should not have to feel as if all I want to do is escape!
© Carpe Diem 2021
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