Thursday, November 14


Labyrinth, hide this heart,
Down corridors pocked with doors.
Though tunnels may turn and corners collide,
The safety it seeks is yours.
Labyrinth, lose this thought,
Up stairways that never end.
Though ballrooms crumble and cellars burn,
The solace you give is its friend.
Labyrinth, smother this dream,
With walls that press all parts.
Though ceilings soar high and marble floors crack,
The freedom it hates will depart.
Labyrinth, make empty this hope,
Let minotaurs tear it to shreds.
It wanders so frightened and cries for its end;
It won’t be at peace ‘till it’s dead.

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