All These Naked Truths

Calendars leafed through
Days, weeks, months growing vibrant as they flew
With the hint of the nights’ and days’ remnants
Truths being chipped,
Faded, naked, and stripped

Birthdays flicked and hastened through
One year and another, excited, I blew
Another wish, a drip of hope, a jewel of figment
My forms of escapism have ripped
Spilled, uncovered, and tipped

All these naked truths have seeped through
Exposed to the world, eyes on me anew
But with their interest flowing absent
My shell, my layer, have zipped
Been hopeful, been expectant, been skipped