Too Much Broken

A labyrinth of laborious breaths
Following a confusing spiraling line
That evades sound and sure footsteps.

These walls of solitude are slippery, 
              With no handholds,

A mind trap.........

Filled with suffering
That seeps into the fissures of subconcious.

And questions are cast

From a soul weighed down with the leaden weight
             of unstable knowledge,

Causing hope to sink its face
                Into the darkness of an abyss
                                          that bears my name.