lost in a maze
of my own creation
nothing to hold me
but empty spaces
every dead end corner
like the one before
the darkness constantly
follows me
warning the calm before the storm
all around whispers secrets
safely hidden
amongst the vines
dare not light the fire
as it would reveal
the shadows in my mind
too afraid to turn
the corner and see
the demons are
close behind
every single edge
I run in to
the possibility that
I will be forever be bound
careful not to make
a sound
some things are
never meant to be
found
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D. E. Desmort
trying to find myself.
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