on path

on a life
writer's maze
dazed
i see it
staring at her
behind close eyes
i still see its hands
PRYING
over her very life
the soul that has been sold
the soul that foretold her next steps
her perception of its presence
opens doors for misconceptions
deceptions
you said he say she said
as you grope the innermost questions
you steal her prayers
in the darkness
you sneak and devour
her dreams
though she sees you
she resists curse
restricting you to the hurst
you had for her
you thought you won
didn't you?
one turn too many
and she despises the lies
that once defined
a compromise

lifewritermaze