A quick stop at my grave!

in my eternal search
white face and deep eyes
but with inspirations ~ highs ~

I rest…..

stop the noise!
Hey, i am crumbling here!
the voices so loud
the walk of passers by

this shock me, hurts me
I can feel it in my guts

??????
what guts?

i was a poet you know
but they put me there
in grounded

now i am just a skeleton
thin and perverse

until i get the most beautiful words
and put them in a new poem

but how?

stop the noise!
Hey, i am crumbling here
but damn, has no more respect!!!!

they remain talking
upon my grave
in my graveyard

Yes, i am a deadly soul!
ha, ha, ha
no one expected for that einh?

with vaporous torn dress
dancing around others graves
waiting for a word
to break up the enchantment

cursed by poor stanzas
that i heard and in a hidden place
i hold it

So behold!!!!!

i am angry again
and for a word i am searching for

just stop by my grave
no noises no scandals
just be brave and one word
you must to say

thanks!