Find Your Way
Find Your Way
She clutches the map
precious to her chest,
grateful that the soldier
had died at the entrance.
Waterways bar her path,
and the maze is stone;
square and unforgiving
and all biting corners.
She shivers in the damp.
Got to keep going, keep walking,
find the centre, find your way.
But the walls won’t let her leave.
Blood thrums loud in her ears
and damp clings to fingertips.
She clutches the map
precious to her chest,
grateful that the soldier
had died at the entrance.
Waterways bar her path,
and the maze is stone;
square and unforgiving
and all biting corners.
She shivers in the damp.
Got to keep going, keep walking,
find the centre, find your way.
But the walls won’t let her leave.
Blood thrums loud in her ears
and damp clings to fingertips.