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Life's Residue
#WritcoPoemPrompt49 @AtulPurohit
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
seasons that I was never fond of,
societies ego twists my fate with A
silent shove,
how can I ever conform to the tasteless
secrets... I hold behind,
as my blood flows harder and faster I'm
slowly running out of time,
wasted dreams played out through
cryptic schemes,
it seems every emotion brings pure solitude to my emptiness,
jump off a building or choose to live another day, either way I'm still a part of societies
continuous stress.
I can only be the best I can, and stay strong
while building my confidence
© TahjD
The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
seasons that I was never fond of,
societies ego twists my fate with A
silent shove,
how can I ever conform to the tasteless
secrets... I hold behind,
as my blood flows harder and faster I'm
slowly running out of time,
wasted dreams played out through
cryptic schemes,
it seems every emotion brings pure solitude to my emptiness,
jump off a building or choose to live another day, either way I'm still a part of societies
continuous stress.
I can only be the best I can, and stay strong
while building my confidence
© TahjD
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