In the Misty Corridors of the Soul Contest
"In the misty corridors of the soul"
I fear misery and growing old
Confined within a prison cell
Of conformity, a kind of hell
Told what I can and cannot do
Criticised by only you
Doubts creep in to do their worst
Consigned to feeling that I'm cursed
I respond when you use a gentle tone
Momentary feeling of being home
Is it coercion and control
Disguised as tenderness as you cajole
I could fool myself and stop the pain
Run through the dreaded cycle again
My soul lost it's way in the mist
Maybe neither of us still exist
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Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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