atonement

"atonement"
I want a way out 
of this labyrinth, 
my memories of you 
act like long 
corridors 
to get through
and every time I turn the corner 
of one 
there always seems to be 
another memory waiting,

I can't seem to find 
the end 
and each time I feel close 
to one 
I see you again,

maybe it's because 
these walls keep changing, 
sliding and shifting 
as I make my way down 
another long one,

I can feel the ground beneath me 
moving 
as this whole labyrinth 
keeps changing around me 
just so I can't escape,

the air always feels 
so tight 
and the open sky above 
is only there 
to taunt me 
with the hope 
that I could possibly 
be free from here,

but even when I see 
the open space 
at the end of a corridor, 
the walls always shift and shape 
into corners 
and there you appear again, 
my curse, my cross to bear,
my burdens with which 
I pay my penance.
I need a ball of thread
to finally be able 
to escape.

-Armando Torres