More poems by Victoria Vixen.

Those Inner Labyrinths

Poor little girl
Doesn’t know where to go.
Those inner labyrinths…
She could really lose herself.
With so many options,
There are so many ways
To ruin everything.
Poor little girl.
She’s finally breaking down
And she can’t even find
A place to hide,
Forever lost inside
Those inner labyrinths.
She’s dying to know
What lies beyond her,
What is waiting to welcome her.
And for that she is ready to run,
To pull away,
To get out
Of all the turns that twist her,
Those mystifying inner labyrinths.
Poem by Victoria Vixen.