The poet who lost his words


he does not even know how to start
nor how it will ever end
because words are his only way out
and now they do not work anymore
it was hard growing in fear
nurtured by fear
judging by fear
like it was the only thing in the world
words keep fears away
in words he can hide
in words he can create
in words he can get away
alone in those words a new start
new faces new voices
the firsts changed him to someone he is not
why succumb to them
because eyes are watching those alone
grateful but not content
smiling but tiring
happy but not him
the seconds came and what light came through
different but just the pieces he is looking for
it felt more thrilling
more fitting
natural blissful true
so true that he felt nothing is wrong
so true that he felt nothing will change
so true he became
from this point the snowball rolled
growing bigger and bigger
rolling faster and faster
him standing at the end
colliding with the snowball
impact so great it freezes everything
cold got into him
then silence came sharp
sleep is the pill
and the illusions started
eyes kept on watching
he felt it
different pieces pulling away
puzzles incomplete
the thirds were there at his nothing
to them it is all about numbers
that point he thought
maybe numbers are better than words
numbers provide
numbers measure
numbers count
and numbers he did
tried to forget and made the numbers up
numbers were all in him
but he knows deep inside
a flickering light
waiting to be out again
but eyes are watching
and numbers make them look away
so numbers he did
numbers bought him wings
shiny wings taking you everywhere
wings that made him happy again
wings that brought him closer to everything
but not quite
it did brought him everywhere
but not where he is supposed to be
not where he needs to be
then he realized he was not flying with it
those wings just made him flutter around
wings that are not meant to fly
left alone
he tries to go back
back with the words he grew up with
but no words came out
he tries but now it was senseless
words that are just letters
words that does not mean anything
words that block his way out
he realized by then
he lost them
he lost them deep within him
so deep because he buried it as
he needed to change for the firsts
escape from the seconds
and keep up with the thirds
layers above layers
until the flickering light is nothing
until he is nothing
he does not even know a word of hope
he does not even feel the reasons of love
he does not even see the good of faith
he lost his words