Nothing could storm away my rampart
Nothing could break even a fleck apart
For all my life it was what I raised
I boasted of it in vain
A day, I was benighted
Longed verily for a
ray of light
Maze was growing upon
me
Stood there frigidly numb
Banged my head, gasped for air
Was shackled with the black everywhere
It was a labyrinth of love
Delicate yet impregnable
It was trussed onto me
Or I was trussed onto it
Every move was pointless
Every attempt futile
With every Breaking wall
Something broke stronger inside of me…
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