This poem was the 2nd Place Winner in our 4th Annual Poetry Contest.
Strange to say, but at the start of this maze I was seated
Reading feverishly, at every break I only seemed more defeated
The more I read, the less I knew
The less I said, the lower I flew
Down came a glass, crashing to the ground
And out came my psyche to wander around
The past is chasing me as sweat drips in my eye
And just for a moment I begin to cry
External crashes used to lead to one place
The horrors that happened in front of my face
I have acquired the talent to push them aside
But a fool I would be to leave them denied
So through this maze I must travel
As the confusion of life begins to unravel
My face stood still in the most somber of dazes
Until a voice from afar brought me back from these places
As I took in the room, my heart started to fill
The conversations in the background were no longer still
People were talking while music filled the air
And more of my presence seemed to be there
It is nice to feel if only for a second
That this chase is beginning to involve the present