the angry man don’t say one single word
because has no one to hear him
maybe he don’t speak the vow anymore
and simply gave up….
even the poets don’t remember to write about him
all pens fall in silence
all books are closed
in pages ~unfolding~ in blank
white…white…..
the effect of so many desires…..
fall down the sheets from the shelf
they fly searching for others hands
to complete itself.. to write the verses
they missed the ink and the wet
needed for remembering
dropping in autumn ~ as petals ~
felled by the indifference
~in response~
not even one sound…
when touching the ground
and as result….
the angry man so..so.. old
slaughtered by the own silence
Poetheart! 