Tuesday, July 15

Labyrinth

This labyrinth
Where am I?
I've never felt so lost
And just the same
I've never been as whole
This labyrinth is the price
This labyrinth is the cost
The more I fail to tell
the more I mean to say
This labyrinth
Where are you?

9 comments:

  1. Really good, i love where this one comes from, the message and the meaning hold so much weight, so much power, so much strength. Good job!

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  2. Thanks Rayn. Like I posted on your blog, the deepest downs make us creative. It's good in that respect, getting all of our thoughts and feelings out of us so that maybe our beings can dwell on it just a little bit less. But this time I just don't know. The lines of this poem have been stuck in my head since the insanely late hour last night that they appeared in front of my eyes. It's just so much of me in it.
    Labyrinth, where am I?
    It breaks my heart every time I read it through and still I can't stop myself from doing it. It's not about being selfish or cherishing my own art. These lines just got stuck with me and I can't get them out of my head and heart. They're just me. And I sort of hate myself for putting it in words too...

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  3. Dont Bex, because finding the words to fit you, i think, is a true accomplishment... the hardest thing for humanity to define is themselves

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  4. "I yearn to define my life". As put by the Great Poet... ^^ So agree.

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  5. We all feel lost in a labrinth sometimes I guess. :D I loved the way you used a labyrinth as a metaphor sweetheart, brilliant!

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