I’m lost.
Alone.
Tired.
Turned around.
The road never ends.
It keeps winding.
Past trees.
Dark overhanging trees.
Hiding the sun.
Covering the light.
A never-ending journey.
I must find my way out.
Of this maze.
Of this illusion.
The Dead love their games.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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