The Maze of Your Mind

Your mind is a maze

That leads to your heart,

With dead ends and traps:

A prison's great art.

A thousand locks 

That lead to doors;

The keys in the mazes

Under the floorboards.

Mazes within a maze;

An impossible knot

Scattered with vain attempts

Left there to rot.

A busy ticking clock,

Hiding what's within.

A slowly beating heart

With a layer of ice, thin.

The frost, an anaconda,

Holding tight,

Constricting the warmth

To an eternal night.

The deeper I go,

The clearer I see,

The one path leading

To your heart breaking free.

Reviews

[Mahigan]

Simple but good. You express very clearly the meaning in your writing without muddling it with more words than you need. The first time I read through this piece the rhythm was off, but once I read it again it was perfect and unwavering. If I have one suggestion it would be to expand this piece; after each stanza add a few short lines explaining what is going on, almost like a haibun. Use the prose to compliment the poetry.