Burried in the pages, I struggle <br />to breathe; Sticking my neck out <br />half dead; From my grave <br />a chapter half read <br /> <br />As a forgotten friend I carry <br />memories under the patterns of dust. <br />pressed as leaf under a boulder <br />crying out; for someone <br />who moved on <br /> <br />Retrace your steps <br />Open the page, that you <br />closed in rage.lessons <br />never lose their meaning <br /> <br />The Underlined words <br />are caged birds <br />let them fly, unleash <br />the future, waiting on <br />my other side.<br /><br />Nikunj Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bookmark-3/
