Poetry

Labyrinth

The lines run long, an endless maze
I fear I may be lost
But in the dirt I find a hope
A map from up above

I know which way my journey leads
I know which path to take
My way is filled with dangers now
But on I still must go

Escaping this dread labyrinth
Will be no easy feat
But if I do not try at least
I'll wander unto death

Prompt: an image of a cracked clay path
Taboo Words: Don't use clay, cracked, dry, parched