Pathway

Slashed and torn I evaluate
The fault line on which pathway sits.
"The last drop, it seems," the Mirror, she says.

Mindful of this shattered glass;
I cut and bleed my hand upon it.
"A drop to sooth my thirsty nature."

Never believed that I would rest here.
Not thought nor mind can pull me out.
"Just one drop to sooth the skin."

Daylight frightens, the night; she flusters.
Can I reopen my eyes?
"I see the pathway here before me"

It doesn't take a blindman to notice
The dust and mildew splayed on the walls
"The fault line cracks my door in two."

Never before would I ever think to let myself dig even deeper,
Hitting bedrock on the other side.
I dig back up and shield my eyes.

Mindful of this shattered glass;
I cut and bleed my hand upon it.
"Two drops to dull your sullen features."

The perturbation breaks the boundaries
A boundless expanse to contemplate
"Explore your mind instead," she said.

Six steps to reach the other side
Five feet wide is all this hole is
"I rest upon your chamber door..."

Quickly kill and cut the fault line
And take the path least traveled by
"Return with plenty of nothing for me."

Acquire freedom, revoke it quickly.
Eternal sunlight burns it's eyes.
"What you see is what I am."

Never before would I ever think to let myself dig even deeper.
"Broken cobble leads the way."
And now I'm stuck and bashing myself against these hollow walls.
Let the anger and fear take hold. Tear down the fabric of sight and mind. Her call from up above is torture.
"I mean not what I say or claim to be. Do you believe me?"
She asks. Shouting back with dried lungs and a heavy heart
"Why can't I let you go?" Take a fist to these hollow walls; the glass it shatters, spider webs.
Now all but my reflection remains. I fear I soon shall see the day when these hollow walls repair themselves.

I see the pathway here before me.
I walk it alone, and here I am.