The Labyrinth Of Mirrors

The labyrinth of mirrors waited for me to get lost
Each mirror reflected a buried version of myself
Each mirror reflected a buried memory of mine
Although I was unconscious in my slumber
I did know what was awaiting me

So, I faced the consequences of watching my past
In thousands and thousands of fragments of time
Fragments that no longer belonged to me
Nevertheless, they were there in front of me
To show me that I could never flee from myself

In this fictional world, time didn’t exist anymore
And everything seemed frozen and immovable
It appeared that each mirror whispered a silent agony
No reflecting my image but only a memento of my life
Remembrances clasping me with their powerful claws

The labyrinth of mirrors transformed into a silent gelid garden
Where no flower could ever have grown
So extreme was the intemperate temper of the night’s darkness
Whose blizzard struck me with its cynicism
Depriving me of all my dreams

Lingering in this dwelling of anguish and regret
Astonished by the gleaming reflections of the sleek glass surfaces
I gasped at the sight of gloomy shadows emerging from the mirrors
Indeed, they were my memories transformed into ghostly clouds
Starring at my soul while I was surrounded by ethereal hallucinations

Every sob of mine carved a message onto my body
So overwhelmed was I by countless emotions
The teardrops descended on my face
Weaving a sumptuous dress around me
I was dressed in water and air

The labyrinth of mirrors turned into a park of water and grass
Where the flowers were made of crystal and tears
Visions and fantasies wandered freely like butterflies
Flying from one flower to another one
Stroking my hair as softly as a whispered untruth

The ghosts of my past vanished into the emptiness
And I realized I would never wake from that illusion
For I had become a part of it forever.
Elisabetta

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Subrata Ray
Subrata Ray
1 month ago

Well felt , crafted and displayed . Deeply psychological presentation of wounded mind , finds here outlet .

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