Non-fiction / Really, I'm Just Thinkin

One day- I will walk away.
This world too hard for me.
Yet I will never forget
those wanting to live-
how I wish I felt that free.
It’s all what happens-
in one’s live-
that really tells the tale-
Now I know that I am tarnished-
I live in my own jail.
Too many faces, too many hands-
since I have grown so old-
there is nothing I don’t remember-
My story too deep to be told.

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