Maze
he is but an anchorite
lost in the maze of life
twisting along like a vine
unable to scale the wall
he is trapped
somewhere inside
his mind
confined
to a sinuous past
a puzzle
without pieces
he questions
the thorns
of roses
as they prick
the blood
from his fingers
turning away
from the paths
of this garden
neglected
and choked
in the vines
of his past
June 28 2020
Maze 10 word challenge
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Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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