a sonnet
my mind is a twisted maze
filled with trees and flowers of all
colours and sizes
i usually walk around in a daydream
haze
but i swear to god, these plants have
disguises
i like the part with the roses and
sunflowers
and i forget about the further turns
where death seems to overpower
death riddles the bushes and ferns
as i see the petals and leaves wilting
i want nothing more then to stop the
journey
as my mind just keeps tilting
and i can't stop this madness without a
key
i like the beginning, i don't like the end
is my mind okay? sometimes i like to
pretend
a.l.m