smoke and mirrors

it's a house of mirrors.
of smoke
and fog.
the locked doors,
the stuck
drawers.
the traps, the hidden
agendas,
the mask.
the costume of the day,
the whispers
into a phone,
the light typing of words
to lovers
who won't let go.
pray for me,
she says,
pray for us he replies.
as you go to a window
and try to remember
a life
that wasn't full
of deception of
an endless nightmare
of black and white
lies.