ECHOES FROM THE LOST DAYS - broken lens

hall of mirrors in the mind
reflections infinitely twisted and warped
a veritable circus attraction
betwixt the mausoleum of memories
worn and faded beneath the sun
graverobbing just to remember
digging up skeletons to once again feel the ache
to once again live the lustrous moments
sorting through the cranial filing cabinet
appraising data with no true appraisal
paper scattered everywhere
stray letters, fragments of sentences
so much effort simply thrown away
constant efforts that simply cannot convey

gazing into the mirror reveals all and nothing
assuredly the reflection is me as i alone peer
yet strangely none as me do ever appear
bearing not the slightest resemblance
foul beasts corrupted gaze back from the mirror
my own eyes meeting my own eyes
gazing deep into the infinite abysses
ringed by infinite irises

dull and heavy are the memories
even the brightest moments are dim
and in each and everyone one i am blurred
as if i never really was at all
as if nothing would have changed with my absence
a phantom, overlooked and unfocused
perceiving the world that does not perceive me
little more than a false memory
reaching, groping, seeking endlessly
for a signpost to cross into my sight
for a hand to grasp mine
for someone to give me directions
something to lead me to a nice place.