kitty the naughty poet

The labyrinth

The labyrinth is overgrown with the branches of my thoughts

paths bathed in darkening shadows...

 

... sweet tickling leafy dreams scratch against the skin of my essence

intertwined with the black ash of my lifes bombshells...

 

... twisting and turning towards the light of twilight\'s pink flurry of petals

raining down around the labyrinths trails...

 

... straining away from the darkness and

towards the centre of the overgrown labyrinth

and my minds eye.