why, you built the labyrinth
how is it that you're lost?
this reshaping soul
wanders in search of itself
dusty walls with poetry
scratched in by finger nubs
remember something
beautiful, it helps
so here is how to fill a void
you build a labyrinth
surround yourself with yourself
the void disappears
and so do you
4 comments:
I really like this. The title is awesome and I love the surprise ending. The labyrinth thing is great how it can be a gift and a curse. and the fingers. Nice job. :)
Sometimes I feel like my writing is coming from somewhere else instead of myself... like I'm almost doing it unconsciously... it's strange... if you think about the word shrink and all its possible meanings... they all apply really well here... I usually do that with my titles but I barely even thought about it here...
Thanks for the continued comments, though I wish I had some more positive things to write about from time to time...
Your welcome. That's kind of cool you feel that way about your poetry. (Unless you don't feel the same way then its not lol). As for more "positive" poetry, I mean, write what you feel. It usually doesn't work if you try to force something to be a certain way unless you really have it there to write about you know?
I guess it's cool how I feel that way but it kind of frightens me to think I might be falling into some sort of routine, too.
Yeah, I don't want to sound forced...
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