I am lost within this maze
I am frightened of the shadows
And the Minotaur within
I move forward
Or so it seems
Till I’m backward
Lost in dreams
I am lost within this house
This cold mansion
I have lost all sense of purpose
I wander like a ghost
I make a memory
Make a stand
But it’s never
What I planned
I am lost within my heart
All its tributaries
Are held circular and I
Return only to myself
I reach out
In deep despair
But I’m only
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Oh how I hate when I am “Just Lost” ! you described it well Helen.
Thanks Elaine!! 🙂 🙂
I hate that feeling. It’s paralyzingly and I never know how to get out of it.
Yes, it can feel just like that! thanks Charles!! 🙂
Have you considered buying a GPS?
LOL! Imagine a GPS for the human heart and soul…now that would be one interesting device!! 🙂 🙂
Being lost in this labyrinth is like a glass pane being shattered into a million pieces. There is no way out but the one where you have to cut a part of your heart which is a portal to the exit.
Thank you, that’s a wonderful follow on comment that encapsulates the theme of the poem so well!! 🙂
This cold mansion brings about images that make me, well…shiver. Lovely and painfully beautiful.
Thanks Ionia!! 🙂 🙂
The last stanza has me in tears, my dear, talented, Sis!!
Thanks so much Skye!! 🙂 🙂
ooo… painful. evocative.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
I like this. I shall now follow you.
Thanks so much, and I you – went to your blog and it looks great!! 🙂 🙂
Hugs and hopes that you recover your way.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
very well described and giving me a few shivers when reading about the mansion and ghosts.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Painfully beautiful indeed. Oh, how much I have missed reading your work, Helen.
Thank you so much, that is so kind!! 🙂