walking with a little poetic licence

Monday, July 11, 2011

The Labyrinth

He fell silent

His words fell silent
Words fall silent on the journey to the heart
Choices
He had to face
Choices
He has to face
Still
He finds himself
Still
Alone
In stillness, where the air does not breathe
He breathes
The moment
Like a silent scream
Awakening
Within the labyrinth
Of a dream
He turns
To walk the endless paths

(Originally written as a duet for a devised theatre piece)

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