Soul's Maze

I wrote this in eighth grade. Won a publication in a young adult poetry book. Forgot the title of the book though, sorry.

Trapped in a maze of reality and imagination
Wandering through halls of dreams
Turning corners expecting truth
Coming to dead end lies
In the middle of this maze
They are all mixed together
In the core of one's soul
This maze is impossible to solve
The walls of others' lies change
Change like the running water's pattern
The floors flip like the devil's tongue
You are neither on top not bottom
Only few doors open revealing what they hide
The ceiling is constantly moving like the wind
There is no end to this maze
There was no beginning

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You were a very good writer already in eighth grade. You create a poem that create thoughts and led the reader into a maze of question. I did like the closing lines.
"There is no end to this maze
There was no beginning "
Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Aradia Lecrawe]

It was silly teen angst that brought out this poem haha. It reminds me of what being that young feels like and I hope it reminds others of what it was like as well.

[sanyakhan]

This is beautiful. Omg really amazing.