Late Night Poetry Sesh

Write My End

by Trey Campbell

I walk a glass prison

And I want to reach out

To what lies beyond.

In this case alone

The grass is greener,

Or is it the glass

I peer out from?

I know what exists outside,

Yet I choose entrapment

Within these transparent walls.

My mind is a labyrinth

Without a solution

For I forge my own path

Breaking the rules

As I see necessary.

I am both Daedalus

The cunning artificer

And Theseus

Possessing blind bravery

So where are you, Ariadne

Icarus, Minotaur?

The story is not complete

Though we can adapt

For it is not their story

But our own. 

What are you waiting for?

Write my end.