Hostage

You have control over me
Hostage of my soul,
Like a prison
Down a dark deep hole.

I cannot get out
I am tired and cold,
Will you leave me to suffer
As these days grow old?

My thoughts are of you
Some bitter, some sweet,
A strong barricade
In the middle where they meet.

Your fists are clenched around my heart
Your firery eyes look into mine,
The difference between love and hate
Lay on a fine line.

-AR Broadley

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