A Verse

I seek solace in my writing.

For in this world, there is chaos.

There is vibrant swirling chaos all around.

To the sky, to the soil, and all the air in between,

I find no refuge.

Leave no boulder unturned.

There are dragons here.

The map is indecipherable,

And I've gone so far there is no return.

There is no return as there is nothing behind

That holds value.

The only way is onward

Into the labyrinth.

Perhaps getting lost within it,

I will find my home.