Poetry: The Maze


For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my searching days.

The Maze

Walking like a bird

Just waiting to fly

Now on the ground

But, soon in the sky.

And so begins another of the days

Another chance to exit the maze,

confused, but curious,

We move  further on

Moving to the left,

And then to the right

We follow a path,

Which appears  to us bright.

We move forward,

And then  move back,

Giving  up on ourselves,

We follow the pack.

Following the group

In all its  directions,

My mouth is silenced

from all my selections.

A new leader steps forth,

a brand new edition,

Bring about change,

While keeping  with tradition.

His power grows  with each hungry breath.

This man we will  follow until his timed death.

He’s taken us far.

The exit must be near.

Are we at the front,

Or are we at the rear?

Omega, our leader has been captured by strays.

Abandoned and lonely,

we all seem to wonder —

Will we ever leave this cruel maze?

Again, we’re confused,

Which way do we go?


Nobody knows.

I doubt there’s an exit to this cruel maze.

Is there hope, or are we  wasting our days?

I’ll wait and be patient

and drink from my cup.

It’s all been a game

The only way is up.

There is nothing  down here,

Just deceit and lies.

We must follow the birds

And look to the skies.

So soar with the birds towards the sun’s rays

Rise above, and fly away from the maze.


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