Through A Poet's Labyrinth
There is no right direction
that leads straight to a writer's heart.
Anything can take place
at any turn and stopover.
Be careful of their train of thought
Be careful of the passion-filled muses
that could take over your soul
The ways are frightening and yet
very blissful at the same time.
One might shake hands with
a tornado and thunder at this moment
then giddily skip through
a field of Peruvian lilies the next.
One might call it a long lost home
or a tragic tale of passion.
It will be easy to get lost
with every word spilled
by ink and paper
Although, there will always be a key
through every passage.
Something that might somehow
free you from the chains
of a burning hell full of love
and lust and hurt
A ticket back to the mundane life
But would you unlock that door
that brings you back
to where you were?
