Trapped

My mind is trapped in between
parallel mirrors and a
kaleidoscope unreality,
those funhouse reflections
echo on endlessly.

I want to scream
but the sound
suffocated in a thought,
has my soul trapped
in a looking glass
no place to hide.

Time, Sir Chronos
he bears down on
me swiftly,
my eyes blinded
by truth
see me running
through the endless
halls of my mind.

The mirrors
dissolve my dreams
into infinity
forever out of reach
just like the stars
in the satellite
night sky.

Copyright © 2010 L.Warren