Lifes corridor

Walking down this corridor,
I look at the ceiling, I look at the floor.
A reflected life hangs on the walls,
Shattered mirrors that should be doors.

All the pieces cut my toes,
blood footprints of one life known.
Lick my lips, my mouth is dry,
pieces of my hair get in my eyes.

A gentle breeze cuts my face,
memories of a life misplaced.
Bloody tears roll down my chin,
when did this exile begin.

Breathing fast I try to run,
my legs are heavy, they weigh a ton,
walls close in and ceiling falls,
memories squashed to not recall.

Fighting hard I must survive,
I know its good to be alive...
but I don't want to ache any more
walking down this corridor...