My words are gone
Only a trembling remains
In my hands, slight epilepsy
In my eyes, a silent burst
Of emptied mind
Of thoughts no more.
For gone are the words
Flung away letter by letter
Torn off, screeching, screaming
Taken to the recesses
Burnt alive
Hacked to pieces
Crushed and then buried.
They lie under the earth
Not breathing anymore
Not hearing the sighs
Nor feeling the caress
Of the motherly winds
Suffocated
Dying
But not yet dead.
Waiting, patiently, tirelessly
To be believed in
By dreams and hopes
So that they can start
Create and make
When things need a shake.
2014