The despair labyrinth

sometimes reaching the rock bottom is dangerous and could lead us to reckless decisions

Tumble upon my serene spirit

And cross to the wretched stroll

Held hostage in the confined towers of suspicions

Hemmed in the circles of loathing 

Sanity drifted from my being 

And the sullen savagery settled in my hours

With no cane of help I am crippled

Equipped with tools of ruin

And sealed with doom

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

sometimes when you are down...you are DOWN

[wordman]

portals of my mind fanticies and follies which one do I find

[mcg03002]

This is a great poem, Latifa. The image of a labyrinth is such a fantastic one to conjure up when talking about despair, depression, insanity, and loneliness. In your comments you mentioned reaching rock bottom and reckless decisions. It makes me think that the subject matter of this piece might actually be addiction. The tools of ruin represent ruin only for the person who has given up on finding a way out of the labyrinth. If that person chooses to use them, they may indeed end up sealed and lost in there forever.

[Sami Khalil]

This was a wake up call from the abyss of doom and gloom that we reach the bottoms as humans and need help and faith to assist us in climbing back. It is a great learning experience and a great test of our mettle...You write splendidly...:)...........

[Aaron the Baron]

I know too, that the intensity of despair can muddle your mind. Sometimes I think we need to follow those despairing roads for a bit in order to flesh out reality and start to heal.

With no cane of help I am crippled
Equipped with tools of ruin
And sealed with doom

These lines blew me away!