I'm coming for you.
Slowly, crawling through this maze.
I hope you have running shoes.
Because I'll kill you in my craze.
Ah, there you are.
Wandering, searching for a way out.
Well, you haven't gotten far.
You'll die by morning without a doubt.
This labyrinth of twisting stone.
It's deadly here.
This maze of broken bone.
It'll fill you with fear.
Run, run as fast as you can.
You'll never get free.
I hope you have a plan,
Because you can't evade me.
You're trapped in here.
So you better run.
Through the cracks you peer,
Hoping someday you'll see the sun.
Your knees are scraped,
Your body is beaten.
You barely escaped
Our last meeting.
Try to get out.
This maze reflects my mind.
You're dying, without a doubt.
It's just a matter of time.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
