I m an Open Book

By Yogisha Rani

I m an open book written in an ink that can only be seen over the flames of burning fire, 

Written in a language so complex that can only be read by a few, and understood by fewer.

I m a book written by a forgotten author, in the caves beneath the surface and light thats yet to

reach the land. 

I m a book written of thoughts of a millisecond, gone before they come

I m a book of unsigned names and broken spines,

Lost pages tore around the edges.

Of a cover telling a million stories of hidden meanings that ought to be half-told truths

I m an open book so unreadable,

 listed in the last corner of the library of life

And kept above the fireplace of death.

By Yogisha Rani