Dead End Maze
A moment of reflection,
as I wonder through this haze;
The times in life where I didn't take that leap;
More than one occasion,
all a different theme.
False insecurities,
dependent upon deciet;
A headstone more chissled,
than are moments without defeat.
Uncertain, if to the left,
no conceren for which way is right;
My eyes, with a grayish glaze,
as cold surrounds my smile...
Continueous, I twist;
Occasionally, I turn;
Alone, in my Dead end maze,
never, will I learn...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2012
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