Maze of Death

Maze of Death 2.10.19 Seeing the L shaped corridors where is no beginning no ending, asking why? A chilly rain begins to fall. Locked away in this the maze of death there are walls felt but not seen, cold in stillness nothing can be heard. The stranger searches for doors to find a way out yet finds none, uneasy laughter fills the air , Help me! Where? How? A question without answers searching old hallways without light is it day or night he wonders? Sanity tested by the scene of confusion man seeks freedom from his thoughts, feelings overwhelming. Illusion or reality images imagined or are they real? Reaching out trying to grasp, feel holding on to life. Darkness is here like an old friend reminding him that he is truly never alone, saying we are one always intertwined. Desiring to be unshackled lost in the blinding shadows as his feet touching pavement below become numb, cold. Screaming yet no words can be heard reaching out and holding nothing can this be a frightful dream perhaps not? Or can it be real? One must decide his fate, can he? © 2019 David J Mitchell