many pathways collide
in the corridors of a
maze that none have
been able to master
and tame
many lost leave their
footprints as the proof of
forsaken inhabitants
that continue to wander
along the dark
twisted hallways confuse and
pollute the ones once strong
and now the weak shells
only thrive as the sun
disintegrates the sanity left
behind
forever is the light
of the lanterns left no
longer aflame
stewards forgotten
now left to wandering souls
are the treasures of
a broken, raided palace
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First entry :: 11·06·17
First Monday of November
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strengthened by force
PoetrySometimes we don't choose if we're strong, because we have to be. We cannot choose the cards we are dealt with, but we can choose our reaction. __________________________________ STRONG (strông) adj. strong·er, strong·est 1. a. Physically powerful...
