Pilot, Wife
and Expat life
what goes up, must come down

Thursday, 22 September 2011

A poem

Well, why not...!

Tangled


A darkened Labyrinth
Filled with corners,
Each turn reveals less
Of what lies before us

Deeper and darker
We seal our fate
The paths ever changing
With the choices we make

No string to follow
No breadcrumbs to leave
More questions unanswered
With the webs we weave.

We cross again
A junction known
Will we pass it forever
Now the seeds are sown

A labyrinth of corners
Turns into a sphere
Our past is our future
The deepest of fears

A relentless rush
No keeping of time
The journey forgotten
In our race to the line

The black surrounding
Pressing on our skin
It’s harder to breathe
As darkness closes in

The Beast moves on
No sense of his duty
Can daylight save
This drowning Beauty.

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