The Labyrinth



Do you know what solitude is?

It’s when you seek refuge from your own reflection because it haunts you and so you stay alone;

you lay forsaken,fighting this battle with yourself while;every passing moment leaves you with the realization that you’ll soon become yourself.

That you’ll soon become that destructive clot of pain that’ll set wreckage to every living being in its realm.Your existence no more remains enigmatic,

but now turns into a labyrinth while you can’t seem to find an answer to escape this labyrinth like a lost soul running in circles and circles searching for the justification of its shattered existence,

so every passing second sets your heart to flames,sets you to flames and then you burn slowly and gently,you burn till you turn to ashes and cease to exist,

you die in search of the answer to your labyrinth.



They talk about anchors to hold us back,to reduce my angst.To make me forget for a moment,that;of which i am or i have become a part.

The flagrant and confound existence of the enigmatic elegy that has been awarded to me impecuniously.

Odd it is that in a world where nothing comes free,i have been awarded with such a detrimental and unkempt perception.

There is this constant confusion, and it feels like its not coming to an end.

The more i try to elicit,to devise,the more i become confound.

Sometimes it feels as if it is rhetorical,but then i might be unable to understand its silent whispers.

But , if i’m unable to understand my devious mind then who will?THIS WORLD?

That tears you apart in two halves and makes you cry over your own mere existence.

YOUR existence will never be sanctioned in this world.

Through its strident demands it will seclude you from everyone including your very own reflection.

And one day you’ll become a servile individual.You know why?

All because you could never become a part of the crowd,because that conflagration in your heart made them feel subordinate.