It started in mid-May,
A journey against time
Inside the forest of my mind.
A pathetic path indeed.
Into the deep dense dark 'Amazon.'
The maze is surrounded not with maize,
Tall crying crystal walls around me.
It's a frightful and fearful sight.
So dreadful that nearby graves mock me.
The shock and the trauma is unbearable.
I'm staring defeat in the face.
Luckily I found a way out of the maze,
All of the amazement and wonderment,
The echoes of death torment me no more.
I'm as sound as a bell.
My Maker is well able to turn scorn into corns!
Scones at the breakfast table.
I was lost but now I'm found!
Im so greatly amazed!
©phyllrype
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