In The Mist
Lost in the winter mist
Erased from the files of memory
Crossed out of any possible list
That’s what it takes to be free
No difference if I’m alive or dead
No one gives a damn, its all right
What I needed to say, I’ve already said
What they wanted to hear, they might
Where do I go from here
What if I step on this slippery stair?
Though in the mist its unclear
If you wait on the top out there.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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