A poetic journey through my mind

My Labyrinth

Through the labyrinth I go,
walking through a twilight glow,
with rooms that shrink, and turn, and twist,
ceilings that fall, and floors that list.

Pacing through the endless halls,
I see myself in mirrored walls,
Distorted shapes behind me stand,
and beckon me with open hand.

But as I turn they’ve disappeared,
alone again, just as I feared,
lost within my own sweet hell,
I built the halls in which I dwell.

Talk to me, people! ;)

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