Minator

As with Eye, this poem is about trying to work my way out of depression

Half a life of cracked stone slabs
Knotted city, mile upon mile of cold
A constant gloom mist disfiguring the horizon

They say it was constructed
Actually planned, reviewed and executed
Each unquestionable wall painstakingly cemented

Rusty devices bearing blunt blades
False mirrors and devious images
Dejecting whispers to beguile the search

From afar it looks so different, easy
'Just step outside, the way is clear before you'
But remember, a great mind is hard to outstep

A heavy head, grown mossy with the moon
Thick set limbs filled with weight and sorrow
Strength is there but for lack of conviction

The Minator now guards the imprisonment
The fair white gossamer Ariadne
The alto, the symphony, the love



Mile upon mile