The Maze

Silently and in darkness, I stalk the hallways of my mind.
Why should I use such stealth in these corridors that wind?
In truth, my movements are to elude and not to find;
Fragmented memories of my past pursue me all the time. 

 

For who is it, if not others, who takes the blame for your life,
If the maze of your memories holds a past all full of strife?
Vengeful anecdotes pursue me, and I fear their bitter strikes.
In such a dim dungeon full of perils, how can one be blythe? 

 

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