Poem -

The labyrinth

The labyrinth

Which way ..into the end..
How could one survive ..
such a busy place...
But empty ...
Without a face..
Different turn everyday
Lost 
like a star.
In outer space..

I don’t expect 
to ever find ..
The meaning 
of this place..

But I would wish 
To at least...
feel Appreciated.
Not encased.

Never four walls .
Always three and a void..
Endless doors
But never aboard 
A ship that sails ashore.

Conciseness
is the only vessel.
Always a mess
Never a message....
Nothing left.
But footprints..
And faded duplicates .

I’ll just stay 
and wonder into .. nowhere .
 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Hi Edward...I sometimes feel this way too...lol....Life can be confusing and not have any real answers sometimes...I like the feeling of the labyrinth to describe that confusion.  One suggestion...I just wanted to let you know that you misspelled the correct form of which with "witch" - that would mean a magical hag flying around on a broom ...lol  I knew what you meant though. Just thought you might want to change it....Great poem though...xo ;)

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Edward Williams

Lol oh yes thank you Cherie I’m horible speller .. thanks for noticing 

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Silent Dreamer

Conciseness
is the only vessel.
Always a mess
Never a message....
Nothing left.
But footprints..
And faded duplicates

I'm loving these abstract writes! You give me a lot to think about and chew on, another fantastic write Edward!👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

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