Maze of brick walls
Stacked upon more mazes
Of everything that happened
Buried deep in the mind
Gems and teeny sparkles
Waned into a dull rock
But then again shined
Though pretty things
Can always have a disguise
Now thrown away
Like a crumpled paper
Unable to regain
What was already taken
True perfection
Now an impossible reach
Though a horrible ending
Once been pricked
With the slightest bit of a
Happy beginning
Something real
Can happen
Photo & Poem by Rashell Flescher