Jungle

A maze.
The heat,
The jungle.
Insects,
Humidity.

A maze.
Lost thoughts,
Lost memories.
Found sorrows,
Found memories.

A maze.
Lost, Lost,
And never seen.
My own:
This labyrinth of memories.
This hunger,
And a fear for evermore.

Haunted

By a form, a shape,
A voice.
What are you?
Yes, you
Your color:
This pale melancholy
And these calls
Why?
Your white sounds
Of sorrow, of joy
Of a being.
My ruin, my future
Haunted now
Trapped
Where are you?
You are nowhere
But a feeling.
What happens now?
Your presence,
Your breath
The spells
And your gravity
Your strentgh,
Your fragility.
What –
What are you?
Yes:
You
Always you
You
You