Mint Maze by Sybil Smith

A vicious friction
A static scenery
The scent of
Mint
Repulsive convulsions
A static memory
The stench of
Mint

You can’t escape this empty mind,
When all you know is left behind.

Don’t go too far
You’ll never know
Follow your stars
Don’t forget their glow.

Broken truth
Is nothing new to
The man who
Tends the greens,
Kept inside
This parasite
Begins to
Swallow me.

Searching for the answers
In this desolate cancer
The sun left years ago,
The mother of emptiness
Is the end
Of all things.

I’m lost in a mint maze.

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