Voices in the Corridor

Save me from myself or not at all.
Can’t seem to find my way out of this dark hall.
Try as I might I keep hitting these brick walls.
Running out of steam the train preparing to stall.

As a kid that song would make me cry.
Now I’m older and I got to see why.
It was my dream to come here and learn to fly.
But my wings were clipped and in the desert I died.

Like myths and fables just enter my name.
My life has played out erily the same.
Do I follow the whispers or go back to where I came?
Made friends with Hades to keep from going insane.

This line — I haven’t walked it so well.
Even sashayed myself right into hell.
It’s on my choices I was forced to dwell.
Then the whispers started to yell.

Show them your pain it is alright.
Even if takes up all of your might.
Standing up and sharing a bit of your light.
Might help another through their own dark night.

~I.S.~