buried in books and boxes

boundless books tower to the tippy top

off the shelf, to every spot

drowning in my table space

with pages that just won’t erase

and sound smarter than I’ll ever be

for so many secrets are hidden as seeds

that flower in sticky soils but my mind has been deceived

I am sick and searching for nutrients I need

looking for the sunshine I’m covered by the leaves

I can’t hold up the burden of all my brain perceives

yet I’m littered with the scraps of who I used to be

does life really matter if I look but cannot see?