My Secret Prison

Trapped again! Maze hidden cheddar eluding every twisting turn a doorway to the path I’ve already forgotten a spirit broken within each hidden cul-de-sac. I cry. Depression building my will crumbling into fatal despair that rages with a whisper as quiet as a hurricane. I sleep. I scream at one wall HA! HA! HA! hundreds more continue laughing. Right! Left! NO! RIGHT! Left! Right! LEFT! YES! Right! I succumb. Cheddar thoughts and running water sustain my desire to escape through walls of scent filled dreams of freedom. I laugh. Test complete. Failure. Should have smelled for Camembert.