The mirror

The mirror of life –

created out of dust,

tell me a single word.

dreams are dying on the road,

opportunities suppress by others –

not important anymore.

Whatever you say, whatever you mean,

I can not feel it, anymore.

My tongue is tide and fixed,

I am mute, I am deaf or even dead.

My inner soul whisper,

so put the shackle down.

A small light reacts in my direction,

beyond darkness,

a swirl presses me down, can’t breathe anymore.

Where am I?