Assumed Identity

My shadows slam the doors of sanity and barricade the lucidity of soaked nightmares.

I shrink and hide myself, brittle and flimsy behind my naked eyes that can no longer see

the obscurity of my masquerades, hiding my true self in assumed identity. I lurk inside a dark soul that bares nothing but broken dreams and foundation of shrouds.

I blanket my sinister past to seek redemption but ambiguity veils my fractured heart

held together by duct tape of animosity. I rip the binding off, discovering paralyzing panic, a vulnerability cloaked in bogus beards, listening to roar of whispers and silent screams.

I burrow under my skin and wash off my camouflage, stop suppressing walls of deceit and

breathless lies and blot out the darkness to reveal the dawning light, drawing it desperately into my bankrupt core. But I weep and rend my hair as I realize I am too late!