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but withdrawn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!