The Ghost White Maze

The Ghost White Maze

The hallway narrows
Around each treacherous bend
Siphoning the life
The light from his eyes

Will he ever find the breach?
In the ghost white walls
Will the maze ramble on
Until he’s tarnished and grey?

This journey is the rope
Slowly coiling his mind
His past is but a blur
Fading into a hush

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