The Maze Poem by Douglas McAntagart

Traveling through these alleys of pain,
Beaten at every corner.
Traveling through these streets of shame,
Crawling at the answer.
Through the walls of endlessness,
More confusion yet arises.
Walls of bearing, walls of fear,
Struggling to open minds eye of hearing.
Laughter at every corner, giggle snigger,
Eyes cast, averted in disgust.
Which is the way? Left, right, back, fourth?
Is it worth the anguish to carry on?
More miles yet to go?
Step on, step on,
Next edge, next crossing.
Next row to travel, endless tunnel,
Vision now forgotten, endless ponder.
So near now,
How far to carry on? to be near?
Endless, endless,
Limbs numb, mind desperate.
Heart beats, mind throbs,
Wandering these alleys of the soul.
How much to grasp, enough of enough,
Thoughts which were not meant to be read or known.