A maze filled with flowers
They wither in my hands
I weep to pass the hours
Only the diseased understand
I’m lost, can’t be found
Wandering the maze forever
I come to the tall mound
At the maze’s exact center
The cyclops eye stares
The giant beast awakens
His growling fills my ears
With the suffering of nations
The maze’s beasts are many
They prowl day and night
They fill insatiable bellies
With brilliant yellow lights
The maze filled with flowers
A home and an exile, too
A place for unseemly cowards
The place where I withdrew
(Photo by Rafif Prawira on Unsplash)
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