Lost in the maze
Caught by the drop
of a falling tear
ask too many questions
what do you hear
to much noise
nothing is clear
wrapped in the changes
of all that you fear
lost in the whirlpool
lost in the maze
lost in the heat
of a summer haze
these are the memories
that drift like a cloud
whispering gentle
but never too loud.
© Rik - 01/02/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-02-01 at 23:15
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