Labyrinth

Trapped in a labyrinth of poetic tongue, 

Where walls are made of mantras and Ohms, 

& 

Frequencies, 

Long forgotten, 

Resonate God-like tones. 

Up and down, 

Neglected Chakras of the spine, 

Souls screaming for the taste, 

Of thorned tongues 

& 

Plagued minds. 

Like serpents' bellies, 

Of the dismal deep.

Chanting hungry sermons, 

Growling to feed.

A pitch black abyss, 

They slither whispers, 

In a snakelike hiss.

'Nothing to fear, 

Death lingers,

Not here,

Not here,

&

I'll grant you every wish,

I promise,

Out there, 

You'll never be missed,

Come here mortal, 

Tisk tisk,

I desire the sweet moisture, 

From your soft, 

Wet lips,

Please,

Can I taste your kiss?

Here,

In this bottomless pit.

All hope is gone yes,

I won't make a mess,

Just pucker,

That'll be it,

Grant this serpent,

Just one wish,

Just a taste,

I surely won't waste,

Come closer,

Your face,

Come on,

Just one taste.
I cannot wait.
You tease,

I asked nicely,

I said please,

&

See.

I'm not mean,

But,

You hate.

Stand in silence,

Mortals never appreciate.

Stupid human being,

Soon,

Inside me,

Will be,

Your home, 

For eternity!' 

Centuries had passed since that serpent had its last digest,

Not a worry came over me.

Nonchalantly,

I wondered down the corridor,

In the wonderland of moratorium. 

Shadow phantoms within this maze,

Taunt the fiends with faceless faces of flattery and praise.

They don't take notice of anything but their tease,

&

They steal the senses of the soulless fiends. 

Humming hymns that entrap the mind, 

These Sirens here sing, 

Yet, they do not rhyme. 

These mindless wonders scattered about this place, 

Remind me of the reality of whence I came. 

This labyrinth of labyrinths, 

Within this synaptic mind, 

Is a beacon of ambiguity, 

& 

This labyrinth is mine. 

No clear exit strategy, 

As I make turn after turn. 

This labyrinth. 

This lifeless life,

& 

With each corner I turn,

I sigh,

&

I burn,

For an exit, 

For a strategy.
 

I yearn to escape this labyrinth,

With poetic sketches of its madness.
A whirlwind of words kicked up by its gusts,
In this labyrinth,

Poetry,

&

It's the only thing I can trust.

 

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Reviews

[OceanTropic]

Overall I enjoyed this and how you expressed that poetry is the only escape, I feel the same way when I write.

Neglected Chakras of the spine,

I didn't understand this line AT ALL. Maybe its just me, but this threw me off a bit and I got confused up until the next stanza.

I enjoyed most though how you contrasted the "being eaten alive" with "Poetry, it's the only thing I can trust." It just emphasizes so much how much poetry means to you, that even a serpent with all its connotative evil is still dim in comparison to poetry, the only sense you can make. I relate so much to this.

Awesome piece. Keep writing!

[Leran Vakem]

Really well written. I enjoyed read it.

[Miss Mary Jane]

There is a definite mystic quality to this, I loved it, especially the imagery of this particular labyrinth. I actually really like the neglected chakras of the spine part. Again very mystic.

[Theta S. T.]

Wow, I have been out of it for a while and I knew you were good but damn.

"I yearn to escape this labyrinth,
With poetic sketches of its madness.
A whirlwind of words kicked up by its gusts,
In this labyrinth,
Poetry,"

I feel like you've just lumped summed this past year for me. every time I tried to write I it was like I had the words but something just wouldn't let them go. I love reading your pieces they have this intensity its like a build up that you never want to release or you may never find it again. Thank you for sharing .

Much love

~~Theta

[Blake Q Hatfield]

I love the pace of this poem. As it goes along, it get faster with the shorter lines and then it slows to a normal pace at the end.

[Emily B]

sorry it took so long to get to your request, your words are wonderfully written