trampled pages, guilty rages
that one chapter we all have those crumbled pages thrown in trash The chapter torn off crumbled and crushed Trashed by heart memories flushed splashes it gave thy wiped it up, inked pages of life were to be reversed erased couldn't it be but withdrawn As you pleased you moved on rightly done, but yet As a daunt, it acts The dent it left they haunt, leaving deep impacts Blood on sword Is the colour of shame Day and night, you implore Your mind to forget the sins The vexation you show Tapping pencils on that book Wish to burn it with a roar The depressing words it took You still try to hide The frustrating fights in head But the mind will go wild If you keep it under the bed So advice all the blithe took Is one shall never keep a track Mantra to peace is to never memoir a book 'Cause life can never get packed In a book so thin, or as fat, a tough hardcover, or a smooth paperback So, just flow with the wind And break the pen, a tested fact!