When truth pricks like shards...

Shadows I guard in graves of dark,
broken things I hide in places I wont find,
peep like disaster seeking scraps of debris;
like sun seeking cracks of light.

Flowers that wilt but wont fall,
like the dry paper skin on my heart.
Quickly becoming a shroud on my soul,
turning thoughts into a lifeless gore.

Strikes on paper like barbed wires at the border,
sucking away the current of my words,
stare at me with mocking wonder-
What I was and what I have become.

An excited heart I cant control,
Spinning yarns of delightful nothings.
Imagination- That kite would soar,
Other's rain becomes my cloudless sky.

A lonely hand scribbling away,
doesn't stop except to wipe the tears.
People who have everything give away nothing
A bitter truth I realize today