Poetry from the Soul

Labyrinth

~ Kind of a follow up to Escape~

We play music to drown the thoughts.
The thoughts that can start the spiral.
Ones that crave attention.
Even with the distraction the spiral begins.

Down the rabbit hole, we fall.
Instead of Wonderland,
It is a labyrinth of black fog clouding our vision.
We think of a boy in armor to save us.
But he makes it worse.

The only way out of this labyrinth is to help ourselves.
Or we will forever be stuck in the spiral.

~My first published poem, America library of Poetry~