Conundrum

Trapped in this maze,

Couldn't figure a thing.

No cracks, no hints,

I stood there trembling.

Am I really in a maze?

Or is this some kind of a trap?

Let's just keep going.

We'll get out, perhaps.

Cobbled up every inch of courage,

I searched for the light.

For a second there it was,

But now it's nowhere in sight.

It was worse than I thought.

It was worthless.

Unable to utter the right words,

I'm caught up in this mess.

And so I sit in this conundrum,
Voices telling me there's plenty of time to wait.
But what gave me the chills,
Was when a voice whispered "it's too late."

─ Julie Pauline Moscoso