My Words

My Words In the midnight Like hands of a clock unite. Yet there is nothing But a darkness That extends like a great wall And there is nothing But a song of a sad angel The darkness! Stealing away the light of the day As the stars and rhymes wet themselves Keeping the nostalgia alive Oh Lord .. My words are mute, dumb! They're hallucinating But have no roof They're hallucinating and they spin They're hallucinating and scream Neither with a sea to sail Nor a land to settle upon Nor poetry to pronounce No place to return to My words are mute, dumb! Oh Lord They're oozing from oppression They're raging and torn They're bitter, cold and mean They're aquatic, but with no liquid on my lips They're pulsating, but with no heart to feel They're resonant but have neither dusk nor dawn to awaken them They're runaways with no eyelids to hide They vanish with no papers to save They fade out but with no roads to take them away They're extinguished Extinguished, convulsed With no lap My words are dumb! Deaf And I am blind O Lord I hear nothing So let the echo carry gargling words to horizon To sky To the grass Groaning over my grave