Labyrinth of Thought

Labyrinth of thought.
Only loneliness is found.
The escape artist,
Never to be missed.
It’s all lost somewhere inside,
The convoluted path of ones mind.
A sickness that cannot be cured,
But only doped by pen.
Doubt gnaws at the chest,
Finding a way in.
Spreading like a virus,
Which can never quite be cured.
Only soothed with words in ink.
When brought to life by words.

Author's Note

I hate everything I write so I’m just going with it.