#WritcoPoemPrompt16

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

The pages of my old book,
The ones I always unfold,
Remind of my past life,
The one I never forgot,
The memories were bitter others were sweeter…

The pages of my old book,
That I read and recall everday,
Most of it’s chapters were written filled with pain,
The characters in them weren’t even saints,
They claimed to be of good behaviour but rotten to the core.

The pages of my old book,
Talk about my own self,
The woman who was there rotting in vain,
The woman who...