A creature created by vulnerable mind

We’re familiar all too well,

With a deadly grip and demon eyes

A messenger come from hell.

It’s not rare that when you enter

You may not come back at all,

Screams echo through the labyrinth

Of the innocent souls who fall. 

Who is this creature who prowls the corner 

Who feeds on self disbelief?

Who takes the lives of the innocent

Through sadness, heartbreak, and grief?

This thing, half man, half monster

Once called the Minotaur,

Takes all the hopes and dreams of man,

And shatters it on the floor. 

In this confusing maze of life

The deeper you wonder this web,

The harder it is to dig yourself out,

Easier to wind up dead.

Reaching out for help from another

Friend, or foe, or fling,

Whomever may be willing to lend you

A silly a roll of string. 

This thin, long, never ending thread

Will help mark the pathways,

For when you defeat this creature

You’ll find your way out of the maze.

At every twist, at every turn

There’s a possibility you will find,

This creature standing over you

Or lurking close behind.

After a long perilous battle

Using all the strength that’s left,

You overcome this Monstrous creature

And escape the claws of death.

Using that silly roll of string,

You start to retrace your steps

And find your way to the entrance

As if you had never left. 

Awaiting your mighty return

Are those who truly cared.

Who spent several nights sleeplessly 

Who’s tender memories you shared. 

Never pass an opportunity 

To provide one with some string.

To guide them out of the dark deadly maze,

Whether friend, or foe, or fling.

Now you see the danger

Of depression, anxiety and more,

That takes the form half man half monster

Once called the Minotaur.