The Dark Labyrinth

H.Sanbika is medically oriented by degree though she's not practicing it currently, Her passion on scribbling thoughts dragged her here.

“The way I see it, hard times aren't only about money,

or drought,

or dust.

Hard times are about losing spirit,

and hope,

and what happens when dreams dry up.”

— ― Karen Hesse, Out of the Dust

The Dark Labyrinth

Cold winding path so pointless

Empty, vague and meaningless

A life's maze so endless

A brilliant mind is useless

You never Know where or when

You'll be dealing with it again

It just comes in a fright

Like a thief in the night

Whenever it did

You cannot comprehend

You lose the ability

To think Logically

Emotions rule your head

Create a world you lead

It's the only way to survive

And let your sanity revive

It is dreadful indeed

To meet a Minotaur on a bend

But there's one thing I learned

On the hard way I earned

You either cut it first

Or it will rip you burst

So I therefore understand

Those who lose there mind

I was once before like them

Taking my life in great attempt

But they chose the easy way

Now they lost there way

© 2017 Himeko Sanbika