No light is seeping through the cracks

Of a formidable, never-ending maze.

Running, as if from the darkness,

Then tripping— ground meets face.

Surrounded by all the stone walls,

Never finding anything, but a dead end around

     each corner.

Days transition into nights—

An extensive fight, proving to be torture.

 

Blessed days happen occasionally,

As the sun shines bright.

Minuscule holes break from the cement,

Letting in the extravagant light.

Noticing this light,

The man, lying hopeless, stands tall.

Little hope, cautiously walking forward—

From no where, rain starts to fall.

 

Once again, the hope vanishes—

A situation similar to many other times.

The man’s ladder always breaks,

Whenever he started to climb.

 

The rain ceases hours later,

But now the moon peers overhead.

Darkness consuming the light,

Is a streak undefeated— this maze is the 

     man’s deathbed.

He lies in defeat— 1-0

Against a formidable opponent.

This maze, growing, symbolizes depression—

A toxin in the mind that is potent.

 

A poisoned mind is detrimental,

Proven by a fantasized maze he dies in.

How ironic— man lifted to eternal life,

As a perfect day was in the horizon.