In the darkest corners linger, Phantom reflections I find, Haunting the endless corridors, Of my reticulated mind.

Within a labyrinth of walls, Twisted, tangled, intertwined, Echoes of forgotten whispers, Softly echo, undefined.

A tessellated prison, Subconsciously designed, Bound by chains of memory, And thoughts I've left behind.

The fractured self is scattered, Lost within this maze confined, Seeking solace in the darkness, Where shards of light are hard to find.

In the corners of my psyche, Silent secrets are enshrined, Behind the walls of my creation, Parts of myself have been confined.

As I wander through this fortress, Each turn a new surprise, I confront the ghosts of yesteryear, The truth and the disguise.

In search of resolution, A way to heal the schisms, I must embrace the shadows, And free myself from my prison.

For only through acceptance Can I untangle these binds, And Reunite the scattered fragments, Of my reticulated mind.