Reverberations of the Fractured Self

In halls of glass where whispers never die,
Emotions ricochet from floor to sky.
Mirrors multiplying ad infinitum,
Reflect the soul’s unspoken delirium.

A laugh bounces off a silvered pane,
Morphs to tears of long-buried pain.
Echoes of joy collide with doubt,
Creating harmonies inside and out.

Fragments of faces, distorted, twist,
In this labyrinth of psychological mist.
A child’s giggle meets an old man’s sigh,
Merging timelines as they amplify.

Memories shimmer on mirrored walls,
First kisses blend with funeral calls.
Each surface a canvas of the mind,
Where past and present are intertwined.

Whispered secrets gain momentum here,
Growing louder as they draw near.
Unspoken truths now amplified,
No thought or feeling can here hide.

Kaleidoscopic visions swirl and dance,
In this chamber of psychic circumstance.
Fear mingles with ecstatic bliss,
Creating landscapes surrealists would miss.

Echoes layer upon reflections deep,
Awakening emotions long asleep.
A symphony of self in crescendo swells,
As each mirrored surface its story tells.

In this maze of minds turned inside out,
Reality and dreams are cast in doubt.
For in this chamber of endless sound,
The depths of human psyche are profound.

As echoes fade and mirrors dim,
We’re left with fragments of our inner hymn.
In silence, the final truth is clear:
Our souls are vaster than they appear.