The Labyrinth
a passageway assembled in perfection
hues claim blue for reflection
conjured depth’s ensue
a violet isolation
the design of oblivion
no fleeting moment can abscond
all must fall or fly the horizon
these obscurities hold my untold
blinded in hidden tradition
secrets folded over delicate
clouds of warm winter blankets
trapped captive to an attic
lay inside the sunny side of regret
hope tapping on the window pane
a rap for the mocking
sounds a cadence walking
the rhythm of keys jingling
turning on a swinging chain
the view soars beyond iron bars
watch over a skylined corridor
through a cracked mirror
searching for a lost child, my child
gone far into the abyss
grey clouds shed tears
a mothers anguish
roars for a thunders rest
sadness mourns while evanescent
the wonder of a child's spirit
reaches beyond the pieces left behind
the shine through this essence as divine
empty arms holding tight to stolen time
destiny fight’s to unwind
the labyrinth
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Copyright © Sheer Terror | Year Posted 2019
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