Naked Truths

By Shreya Roy

Violin strings strike my heart, the red spilling over

Count the beats running down, you'll find no clover

Words don't bind my mouth ropes don't hold my core

Voiced by an angel, truths you've never heard before:

I don't count seconds, I seek the future that lies ahead

The present flies by yet I take blind steps from my bed,

Every breath, every beat, every break is in my plan

In my oblivion I see the inevitable unknown happen;

Keys of a piano, yet the notes watch me fall through pain

Soar high they said but what matters is that I rise again,

My feet held to an imperfect bow making me wrecked

I wallow in self pity, lights blind me trying to be perfect;

Saturn stands apart in solitude, icy fingers reach out in feel

Petals embrace my spine, in tenderness love can heal,

Venus in its fiery spirit dances in joy, romance and flirt

Blooms wither away because in truth love can also hurt

In my despair rivers run deep no soul flying the skies

Eyes stay awake questioning the blindfolds of lies

Demons do prowl in dark and cover minds thy Youth’s

Angels live within me, unveiling naked truths.

By Shreya Roy