The Labyrinth of Plight

His path is clearer, on a moonlit night
As the stars align to provide him light
The lonesome man wanders into the Pyramid of Plight
Tasked with the impossible quest of setting all things right
Clad in the darkest of black, but his soul is bright
A pawn in the chessboard of politics and life
Forced to fulfill this mission, or risk losing his wife
Controlled by the puppeteer, and guided by fear.
Enslaved by his willingness to love,
and lured by dreams of peace and its white dove.
Raised in a world, where loyalty hurts
and trust has lesser worth than dirt.
Following his steps are the Wolves of prosperity
Ready to feast on his naivety, if given slightest possibility
His hope is his fire, his desperation his fuel
As he wanders even deeper into the maze
With no hope of seeing the sun for days.

@Alexander Berg Mattsson, 2012

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4 thoughts on “The Labyrinth of Plight

  1. bipolarmuse says:

    I LOVE THIS! I can relate to your words. I often feel we are just puppets in this world… forced into a certain way of life… where happiness has a price. ♥

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