As days sneak away
      Like small thieves
   Taking pieces of my soul
I wonder…
                Where poems
       The guardians of time?
Defenders of hopes?
       Or…
   Were they disordered seams
           Holding together a life
        Of secret sorrow
            Disintegrating
Where they artistic lies
Shallow
    Hollow
          Perfected to taste mellow
               To hide the bitterness
                          The missing shadow
             Of my shrinking soul?
    What where they?
                   Impostor dreams?