Maze Runner
I have wandered this maze for long. The ground is jagged, the walls uneven. The path is never easy. There are turns every 5 steps, the path splits every 10. It seems endless, or perhaps that is my imagination. I come across similar scenes again and again, but I do not have the courage to check if I am going in circles. The sky is above me, but there is no path there. No. My path is in front of me, and I continue on.
Up above, a human looks down. ‘What is that insect crawling around inside the cracks?’
Photo Credit: Adam Heath
I think this is about life, life unexamined. the large human is like a god, judging him and providing that impetus for change–a search for meaning.
That is one big human
Very Deep and can mean different things. My interpretation would be that of a lost soul looking at his higher power for guidance.
Is nice i like this poem
Wow, this is fantastic. Love it.
Nice! I like the poem effect on this!
I loved this. It put me in the scene, and I didn’t expect the ending. Excellently crafted!
I enjoyed this little story and feel for the insect, who probably has so much in common with that human.