A poem written by me the first time in 3 years. Very personal and heartfelt.   A poem written by me the first time in 3 years. Very personal and heartfelt.  

Labyrinth Labyrinth

I wandered through them, Like a wind passing by a rock. I wandered through them, Like a wind passing by a rock.

And my body became living dead. And my body became living dead.

Mom, I still miss you!!... Mom, I still miss you!!...

Why does every flower turn back on my touch??? Why does every flower turn back on my touch???