A-maze

by Tasha   Jan 18, 2007


Life is a maze that I am lost in.
Always hitting the dead ends.
So I sit here and wait.
Wait, for someone to find me and help to make it through.
Because so far I've only gone in circles.
Never coming close to making it out.
For everything looks the same, Identical to the last.
Before I ran trying to escape, but now I can barely crawl.
Why bother I only return to the start?
Back to the starting line, where I already failed.
To start again at this tangled form of life. -

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jacob M Parnell

    Tash my dear,
    This poem is incredibly true, Life is a maze, but I feel it is a maze in multiple forms. 5/5 An enjoyable read.
    -Jake