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Little House - Brayden Harms Poem
Little House - Brayden Harms Poem
I crawl through the crevices, over the dust and forgotten memories
Crack and passages that riddle my house I do not know it well
Unfamiliar, the many paths or routes
I summon a will, courage swells
In the back of my mind there lies a maze, many paths unwalked, uncharted, unknown
A cold constricting puzzle in which you may delve too deep, the vastness of the sea floor
It can hold you there, or set you free?
Nevertheless I must find me
It is an enigma of sorts
One not meant to be solved
It stays here in my maze
Puzzle finished, no resolve