naked tomes

 
I turn and see my reflection inside poetry
my lines and verses are me
little broken pieces scattered here and there
woven with fiction are so many of my fears and truths
I lie somewhere tucked within the pages of my diary of sin
 
though my heart deceives me
metaphors hide facts even from my eyes
while screaming look at me from my tomes of shame
 
I'm broken in my silent times
when I say nothing  at all
days locked in depression
I spiral
 
I weep for the girl still locked in madness
I see her staring at me from my books of Nod
she will not be denied
her voice shouts
 
my truths somewhere lost in edits