A Wall

I discovered a wall today.
It exists only in my mind.
I found it at the dead end of memory lane,
hiding in plain sight.

My long term had always been an open map,
pathways to places of the past.
But this quick jog of the memory
has my feet feeling trapped.

I’m troubled by its mere presence,
this wall camouflaged in mirror paint.
Its reflective nature hides a black hole
of which light cannot escape.

Is its purpose to tempt me or protect me?
An era’s worth of memories erased.
The good ones gone just to bury the bad.
The darkness overtook what little light I had.