Escaping the Labyrinth
Call my name, howl it towards the skies
When I'm dead enough to warrant such anguish -
Not in living, for then I am unworthy.
Stall my bane, in this land brimming with mines
Breathing, no - gasping. Is this how I'm to perish?
Every moment, material for your memory.
Dead ends at every corner I turn - black lines;
Yet I relentlessly rush towards the abyss
Guided by a passion, forevermore fiery.
My destruction is my doing, my crime.
Falling forever, deep into the Devil's den.
But here I am; my last glimmer of hope
on the brink, before it vanishes.
In faith, I find healing, I feel fine.
Finer than all the world's men
hoarded in the concrete catacombs
of this cacophonous labyrinth.
'My darkest fear is getting lost in my own mind, and not being able to escape. And this poem kind of solves that problem for me.'
FadingGenes
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Hide From Them
PoetryEnter the Darkest regions of your mind and tell us what you found.
