The MinotaurA Poem by Shayna JoyceBased off the mythological story of the minotaur~ I stare and I stare at the abundance of walls detached from the air isolating my eyes from any beauty What is friend? What is foe? their faces always the same taunting the fury that is inside me yearning for me to blow If I could fall, I could fly from what I know is true though unsound I would risk for both would set me free Risking the black and red for just a glimpse of the yellow
© 2014 Shayna JoyceAuthor's Note
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