The Maze Poem by Saju Abraham

My mind let loose into a maze,
A labyrinth of dark corridors and rooms.
Red flashes in the dark speak of death.

I had come in doors with no doors;
No, it’s not me,
I’m just a spectator.
A long fat hand stretches out,
Two slender strong fingers
Pierce into my throat.
I sweat and fly out windows with no windows.

I know I’m still there;
I’m still trapped.
It’s recurring with utmost precision;
The fake dark and the dark dream,
Long fat hand with slender fingers
Zooming into my throat.
I don’t have any fear,
But fearless is no freedom.