Mute

Oh mighty lips of mine,

Where is thy word?

Where is thy greetings?

Smiling faces breathe the real,

Like clown with pains, hidden!

Yet Whisper of sadness escape.

The words that has been buried,

When will they pure like rain,

It's waiting like a tomatoes pasta ready for use.

When will I stop hoping,

Just like my thought adrift,

Carried by the wind, ready to be devoured?

Why am I so quite now,

Like the guy freshly Laid to rest,

But , yet my eyes remains clear.

When will I make sounds again,

Like an unchained parrot,

Never silenced.

When will I tell them,

What my eyes have seen

It's not just an empty though.

I am mute.an empty though.

I am mute.