Whispers of the Maze of the Mind By Sean Odera

I sit alone in my so-called safe place, where one's whisper resonates always to be heard within the silence of my mind. The only source of light wrapped round like a snake ensnaring its prey nothing but white as far as the eye could see. The end could be just ahead or it could just be another bend, another end, it's hard to tell. 

Wondering in the maze of seemingly harmless words that were barely audible but ever-present. Months, years, and lifetimes pass and yet this place still remains the same, I've long given up searching for things within my mind, emotions I feel but don't understand, memories I wish to forget surround me with the constant reminders of all the things wrong I have done, but those I long for are absorbed snatched by the walls of this unforgiving place all replaced with the whispers of those I put in pain. 

Now I remain in one place having become accustomed to the silence and the peace within the confines of my mind.