Lost In Poetries Labyrinth

I was once lost in a poem, 
So disorientated beyond belief.
A poem describing a labyrinth, 
Trapped within its high massif.

Just a figurine in a maze, 
A plaything of poetry gods.
My chance of ever escaping, 
Was simply against the odds.

I must have walked eternities, 
Forever turning left and right.
But never a thirst or hunger, 
During every dark day and night.

Something was keeping me alive, 
At that time I never knew.
I was enduring the unendurable, 
Struggling to make a breakthrough.

I smelt it before I felt it, 
A fragrant breeze just up ahead.
Around the corner cruelty displayed, 
Footprints where I once tread.

I collapsed resigned to my fate, 
Passed out my mind now astray.
I awoke with light all around me, 
Shining through an open doorway.

My welcome passage back revealed, 
To escape this web of complexity.
Perhaps a learning lesson of life, 
Each captive soul is soon set free.