Away One Day

Locked up memories
stained like glass
hot are the tears of pain
concealed to all, by regrets
no sad fare wells no apologies
yet a few unmarked trails
paths for me, only me
ideas formed by the desires of heart
carried away on foot and time
scared only by the battle of life
the pain of flesh carries to the grave
and put to rest the memories quest
with hope and faith of forgiveness
while the breath is yet warm
and head bent in reverence to one
going away, going away
to leave behind this awful place.

by Myrtle Thomas

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