Labyrinth



Brick and mortar crumble
in my world of analogies and metaphors.
My senses fall asleep,
tingling with the weight of sand;
needles biting skin.

A labyrinth filled
with cries of agony
shifting
spinning
recreating...
LIES

or merely half truths --
a paradox of insanity.
My world of brick and mortar
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Poetry by Doreen Cavazza
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Written on 2011-03-02 at 16:24

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John Ashleigh
The format for the last stanza and the word 'crumbles' is just so unique and genious. I just wished I thought of it first!

As I say, the poem is very potent to the mind of the reader, you create very good imagery. Thanks for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-02