Running.

Running in a maze,

Darkness in every corner;

Looking for some direction.

Knowing there is no one else,

But a glimmer of light;

Peeking through a corner.

Roots with no origin,

Creeping on the ground.

Only one sound can be heard,

The heavy breath of a person.

Who is searching for a way out,

If only there was a way out.

#Poetry