Again, the Labyrinth

I am again at the labyrinth’s entrance.

No one here forces me to enter.

No one is here. I walk alone.

Circling north, south, east, west – all directions,

No direction. Only partially my own path.

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Based On An Untrue Story

dead-rose

 

It started with a lie and so

we continued down that path, never stopping

to talk or consider going another way.

Darkness came and we lost our way.

No returning. No place to call home.