Maze
Trapped in a maze
Days upon days
Red’s turning green
Blue tones are gray
I’m lost in a hall
Becoming more small
Available paths
Reveal a brick wall
A garden hose
Kinked at the nose
Water is running
With nowhere to flow
I’m twisting, turning
Not growing, learning
An incomplete puzzle
No luck, discerning
A sinuous riddle
Confined to the middle
A struggle to breathe
No room to wiggle
I’ve come to find
This permanent bind
Will cease to be solved
But, torture our minds
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2020
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