Saturday, August 22, 2009

The Maze

Around each stony corner
Each dark and silent turn
Is a question I can't answer
A secret I can't burn.

Dreams that go unnoticed
Hope that's now decayed
Faith that goes unnurtured
Passions never played.

I grope in utter blindness
For something I can hold
A word to bring me comfort
A shelter from the cold.

Yet like a maze eternal
My path leads into night
No glimpse of moon or morning
No happy end in sight.

Caren E. Salas

1 comment:

  1. This is my favorite poem of yours, from what I've read so far. You definitely convey a great deal of emotion, and for me, that is what I value the most in poetry.