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The Maze

A darker poem then normal.

In a moment everything you know will be erased,
All of it shall vanish without a trace,
Nothing can stop it, no matter how hard you try,
For it is inevitable... You’re living a lie.
 
So wake up and snap out of your mindless haze,
Your world has turned into an endless maze.
And you’ll run through its darkness, bump into its walls,
You’ll scream out for help only to hear echos in it’s halls.
 
Your essence will be missing for quiet some time,
Not to mention your sanity and peace of mind,
And at every dead end a single word will be found,
Leaving only the feeling of your heart as it pounds...
 
Love, you read this at another dead end,
Trust, was written at the conclusion of another long bend,
Hope, was in a room carved on the walls and the floor,
And Faith, was in blood dripping down a locked door.
 
There will come a time when you become frustrated and annoyed,
From this maze, your maze, that you’ve crafted from void.
You’ll turn a final corner and see a demon blending to dark,
But when he speaks his words pour forth fire, flickers and sparks.
 
“I have been called to you... like a ringing in my mind.
For every tear you have shed from your eyes, so have mine.
For our useless pains I shall share with you a gift,
It is an echo of time and is causing a rift...
It slices through flesh, spirit and soul,
It will show us our failures in times of control”
 
And that’s about when you feel it in the lower of your back,
As it pulses and climbs up through your spinal track,
It will enter the cerebral of your brain,
It will engulf your body, you will feel insane.
 
So instead of running you will be brought to your knees,
Pain shoots through your heart and your eyes will bleed,
And way way off in the only mind you have left,
You will hear his voice... an echo... a rift...
 
It will then force into every memory of love regret and pain,
Until you realize that you are the only one you can blame.
You did this... by causing it all,
You were the builder of every single wall...
 
Yet, just when this realization sinks in,
The world will go silent, and your death will begin.
This is you, on your knees from all that you’ve chose,
As the blood slowly drips from your eyes off your nose.
 
Until the blood within your body goes still,
Your whole body will give in as you start to tilt,
and your face will blankly hit the ground,
As you’re left in your maze, with no one around.

(2005)

This poem comes from me at 20, when I was homeless in St. Louis Mo. It reflects the way I felt about the bleak situation around me. I'm glad it's survived my back packs and luggage bags throughout the years, being only a single sheet of loose paper.

#Dark

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