I Write As a Form of Therapy

days go by
here i am
going through
this life’s maze.

no way in or out.

just keep going
in circles
and squares.
no one to hear your screams
or your silent sobs.

physical tiredness
and continuous running around
in the maze
makes you dizzy
utterly detached.

not even death
can cure this anymore.

all you can do
is wait.
wait for the end.
not the end of the maze
coz it’s an endless maze
but the end of hoping
the end of trying to find a way out.
but the intricate maze
so well-woven
you can’t not look for a way out.

steadily,
tiredness gets replaced by
detached acceptance..

this is how it is.
so be it.
so be it.