With wobbly feet going astray,
adrift in illusory realms,
where savage darkness overwhelms,
hackneyed, we seeketh the right way;
We delve within, souls, we assay.
Byways, like muddled labyrinth,
unravelled slowly, placed on plinth.
The tangled branches of desires,
we free our hearts from such quagmires.
Peace within, sanctified pathway.
adrift in illusory realms,
where savage darkness overwhelms,
hackneyed, we seeketh the right way;
We delve within, souls, we assay.
Byways, like muddled labyrinth,
unravelled slowly, placed on plinth.
The tangled branches of desires,
we free our hearts from such quagmires.
Peace within, sanctified pathway.
Linking with RonovanWrites Decima Poetry Challenge
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