The morning sun scowls at the cold world.
Vehicles growl, stray dogs howl,
Burnt-out cigarettes stifle the dewy morning air,
Puddles of alcohol drown the dawn,
Blinds are drawn, revealing blank faces.

The sound of emotions, sentiments,
Realities, … linger.

Escape this labyrinth.

Bound by relentless monotony,
Eternally chained,
Shackled.
…. Unceasing, Unrelenting, Unbroken.
Daunting, reverberating with echoes,
Echoes, echoes…
In a maze of timelessness.

Lost in a labyrinth of little towns,
Each one more indifferent than the last,
The past, as evanescent as the future,
Dwindling as each corner is turned.
The same walls, the same people,
The same eternity.
Yet,

These ignorant desires pester the mind …
Within these walls, the whispers of love entice,
Within these walls, the shouts of death tempt,
Suffocating the soul.
Their toxins gushing through the veins.
Circulating, Culminating, Living.
That rush, that drug, that high.

The centre of the labyrinth is warm.
So close to that prize,
The prize of happiness maybe.
Incandescent, beautiful.
Like the hair of Medusa.
Beautiful, yet deceiving.
For what is this prize of happiness?
Only a temporary companion when you are stuck,
Stuck inside this labyrinth of suffering.

And like Medusa’s slippery, slithering locks,
This perpetual maze is shuddered by all mortals.
The only inevitable end- cold, lifeless stone… forgotten
Each merciless, pitiless turn- a loss of time… indifferent

The night’s curfew paints a dark veil over the endless day.
The blank faces draw their blinds.
The sounds of emotions, sentiments…. disappear.
Sucked into the endless vacuum of past, present, future,
The future used to escape the present.
The relentless, unforgiving cycle continues….
And I fade away,
Just for another day.