A Mental Maze
Rahul Gaur
Through the shadow-less spiky trees,
I watch you walk, the
graveyard of loss weighing you down
Seagulls screech a mirage of
the end of this murky forest
that you managed to nd
the courage to walk through
The leaves sway in regretful melancholy
as the clouds patiently tease you
with the possibility of wreaking havoc in your world any minute
You find yourself ripping your head apart
in order to conjure up the graveyard in front of you,
as that seems like the only option to end this torture in your mind;
but the seagulls sing now and then to give you hope
that the thunderous clouds scream as false
You have to choose now
No longer can you pretend to hide in this forest
and call it taking on a challenge
because the puzzle is complicating itself,
and the sky is burning away
into darkness that will engulf the forest
And I will be lost trying to
separate you from the forest and the darkness in which you’ll be gone forever
