I've been in a fallow phase: but just found a first draft of a poem in my notebook. I must have written it a few weeks back.  I'm not much of a one for crafting a poem, it just comes out the way it comes. Maybe one day I'll do a course and find out how to craft, but here it is with a few tweaks. 

 MIND MAZE

They say misery

Is multi-facetted

Fascinating.

Infinite in all its variations,

Taxonomically endless.

And happy people are bland,

Like suburbia,

All in their happy, identical homes.

And you would know what misery lurks

Behind that bland façade?

The only clue in the eyes,

Dead.

It’s a rat-cage,

A mind-maze,

Misery.

Scurrying round to end up the same.

Always the same place.

Never even seeing the open door

Into the wide open blue.

The map doesn’t lead there.