A Maze
I turn and turn
Coming to dead ends.
Every choice
Wrong.
Hedges to tall
And feet to worn.
On my knees
I cry.
Days go by
No food, nor water.
I suffer in
Silence.
Will somebody find me?
Will I ever go home?
Home...
A familiar stranger.
A maze
With no ending
Sombody save me
From myself.
Before it's to late....
Copyright © Catherine Adams | Year Posted 2009
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