Lost in the maze
of riddles and rhymes,
twists and turns.
Only the walls to
keep me company.
As I slowly descend
forever.
Every direction
becomes forward.
I look up to the ground
and down to the gray sky.
The only exit,
is right in front of me.
I can see it, right here.
Open, free, the end.
Finally.
I breathe in the new,
fresh air. Smiling for the first time
in days.
And I turn around,
and continue into the maze.
Looking for the entrance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem