The Labirynth

This time, I found myself

Wandering the maze of the unwanted.

The meeting place
Of despair, and of worry

What-If's rule the gates

Insecurity a blaze
lights the way
light much like the setting sun

And still I find
I fumble
through the unfamiliar

Behind me,
Each step, Each twist,
Too many,
Another turn is too many

I am caught,
Wonderfully lost
To Her world
from affection

This time I go,
In this labyrinth
I am Alone.
Too many turns behind me.

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