The rocks shift under my feet.

The vines seem to crawl along the walls that surround me.

     Whispering,

     Laughing.

I run into another wall, dead end.

I sigh, resting my head against the cool stone,

shoulders sagging.

Somewhere behind me a light flickers and dies,

casting a cold shadow over the maze.

Perhaps the dark it brings is appropriate,

it gives my own somber shadows a place to hide.

Not that they need to hide,

I always know they are there

     Following me,

     Watching me.

The shadows of my past,

from which I am trying to escape.

But life is like a circle,

what you do always catches up to you

     in the end.