No light is seeping through the cracks

Of a formidable, never-ending maze.

Running, as if from the darkness,

Then tripping— ground meets face.

Surrounded by all the stone walls,

Never finding anything, but a dead end around

     each corner.

Days transition into nights—

An extensive fight, proving to be torture.

Blessed days happen occasionally,

As the sun shines...

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