Maze


Follow me follow me she eagerly said 
but as she turned, 
the minotaur horns pertrude from her head

As pandora closes the box after releasing all human ills, 
She sits in sickness as she swallows her pills,
 
She punished herself from that day on,
Deceptive expectation replaced hope and finally hope was gone,

Pandora pandora what did you do,
You opened the box in the hope of finding truth,

Instead the demons, darkness and all things cruel, 
they swirl around you using pessimism as fuel,

As I’m toured through the maze, each wall an exhibit of a painful past,
Why is it the good memories fade but the trauma lasts,

This is where you reside in darkness whether it’s known or not,
That you buried yourself within a maze in the hope of being forgot,

The twists and turns, bricks and mortar and well rehearsed verse that does well to deceive,
You are so learnt in dissociation yet always surprised when another leaves,

Pandora! Pandora! If you begin to cry then your deciet will show,
and your worst fear isn’t of doing wrong but letting people know,

On the final corner I turn I’m met with a wave of tears, 
all have been locked up and stored, one for each of my fears,

Down comes the water but not in drips and drops,
A force majuere that once it starts it never stops,

The trick to living is let the water rise to the top, 
as there is no point fighting a force that cannot be stopped,

I’m dragged from the surface and sink quickly down,
There I see my will for life fighting not to drown,

How do you win in a maze that was made not to be solved?
She couldn’t bare to watch her last bit of logic be dissolved. 

It wasnt the tears that drowned her but the silence in her head,
If honesty was the only option she’d wish to be dead. 

What once was a space of safety all alone in my cave,
I realise In order for me to live any life I need to be brave,

To go back down each concrete corridor I have made, 
In the hope with acceptance these dark thoughts will fade,

I may never stop crying for myself in many 
ways,
But it’s worth fighting for so I can at least enjoy the good days. 
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