MazedA Poem by Judy PoncebyFor Creative Poetry
Sardonic tones echo like whispers
throughout the labyrinth. The ancient guardian voices like sandpaper to the prisoner's ears. They languish forever seeking freedom wandering aimlessly in the maze. Surviving on bitter wine and scone crumbs they are able to scrape from the crevices. Walls perverted by the keeper's for amusement to add to the torture of their prisoners. The prisoners, each marked with a labret, are in constant unrelenting search. Seeking the mantic being that may have a clue that leads to their release from eternal damnation. © 2011 Judy PoncebyAuthor's Note
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Added on June 14, 2011Last Updated on June 14, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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