Faraway Road
She stands at the window,
Looking at the children in the meadow,
Playing outdoors is a luxury,
She’s saddled with drudgery.
She feels the world has no place for her,
And emancipation is only a blur,
She wishes she could hide in the night,
Or climb its ladder to a distant height.
Death has brought her down a horrid way,
The sun-kissed day doesn’t see her come out to play,
Sometimes she sings the redemption song,
This aids her to get along.
Though she’s glad she has found an abode,
Home is still a faraway road,
A voice whispers to her in her slumber,
It tells her to prop hope in her chamber.
May 27, 2024.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2024
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