lies

I write...
The words fall
Into the hollow
Of this sheet of paper,
Timid and ashamed
Of my insolent thought
To write something
That hasn't yet been written.
I write,
Erase and write again,
And when I read,
I laugh and cry-
Nobody has told, yet,
So many lies.
I write,
But when I read,
Just a hidden shadow
Among the letters I find,
And I refuse to believe
That is all I can say
About what I feel.
I write...
Smoldering woods
On the open hearth...
Flames burning words,
Light the silence
In a frozen in helplessness
Heart,
And lies,
So many lies I write,
And I wonder why...
Maybe because
I myself to believe
I'm alive....