Labyrinth
I am lost in the labyrinth, the king of mazes. Paths, too many to even try to count lie before, behind, and around me. Each path with untold twists, turns, circles, dead ends, and traps to keep me forever ensnared. I wait in the epicenter of the Labyrinth until I know the correct path to take. From time to time I hear others wandering the maze searching a way to reach me with their words of salvation. Their "salvation" only ever ends in defeat as they lose hope and abandon the maze. The people outside the Labyrinth label me a beast and unworthy to live, throwing their insults down at me every day. But what is really the beast here, I do not believe it is me. I believe it is the Labyrinth itself that is the beast. The only way to prove that is to escape, but how can I escape the Labyrinth. I do not know, and all my efforts have only brought me pain and right back where I began. The Labyrinth is the monster but I am the only one who will ever see it that way.
Copyright © Matthew Hamilton | Year Posted 2012
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