For The Masked Sleepyz "What are you to do when you are stuck between the end of the world and the rest of it?"
standing in a haze lost in a maze put on a spot left in a big risky blot at a loss for words? feeling behind a threat of swords? no right actions conceived? careful, lest we be deceived... there's this tiny beam of light it is nowhere in sight shyly shining inside our mind not to be shoved behind a soft warning, a small voice possibly, our best choice... a teacher once talked about, of this... an exit, a way out, of that...a dreaded spot, and this... a circled blot... From paths with haze amidst an enormous maze to get us through life's perils, puzzles, so real glad we were given, this gift of gut feel...
Sally
Copyright 2014 Rosaliai Rosario A. Bayan
I am not sure if this short write will help....just read your poem, re read, and this came up...