Obscured

All four walls, mortar laid brick
Strength that can withstand the elements
Although meant for protection
Fear
Between the walls gather the mirrors
Reflecting only what they want to show
Odd shapes and figures is what I see
Twisting funnel of confusion
These four walls seem to be moving
Shifting and closing in
Nowhere to run but up
The endless ladder that leads to emptiness

Must I return and face the mirrors?
Whose reflection will I see?

A figure without shape or image
A mere mirage of the future
If I try to reach for it I may fade with the sun
Look closer to these four walls
Find an empty space to fill
Buried in a pit with plastic words
Razor eyes cut through my mind
Pulling the rope of all the emotions
Covered in the sticky tar of dread
Feathers of all the lies within