#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
Bloomed in decae,
The pain of tarnished flashbulb memories,
Hunting me like an evil entity,
Diminishing every piece of my soul,
Constantly spiraling out of control,
Stuck in a mood of unselfishness relinquished,
In demintions set in stone not destiny,
The days of slate and chalk,
Drawing me in a formated painting of elegance,
Framed like the mindset of "John T. Biggers",
Influential, but yet beyond brilliant,
Fragile but not torn,
Unimaginably unique,
Like the Galaxy of R5519,
Engulfed with a flame of abundance,
With my days etched in slate and chalk,


© Tytiana A. Williams