MAZE
I meander in a maze of thoughts
dark and deeply hidden
in memory's prison
moments best left forsaken
cruel epiphanies of sad recollections
haunting my waking hours.
there is no escape from self.
no chance to change the past.
for all has been written
and fortoid
marked by hell's fire
and Heaven's rage.
Comments
lovely poetry
i just also composed on soul
yesterday in Chicago
I met a guy from Florida
he did not know you Joe
sad coz he was an engineer or so
poetry what tis
he did not know
Floridais a big state. I will
Floridais a big state. I will read youyr poem
joe
Hi Joe
First the typo in line 10 , foretold not forted lol. You might consider deleting"the" in line 7 also. Like the poem as well as the message......stan
Will do. Thank you, Stan. joe
Will do. Thank you, Stan.
joe