The last poem.

Words utterly fail me
when I try to show you the holes
that thoughts burned deep in my brains!

Words utterly fail me
when I try to speak what I have been struggling to vomit out!

Words utterly fail me,
when I want to purge my ripped soul of sins.

Words utterly fail me..
when I try to express elation, joy, melancholy, hopelessness..

Words utterly fail me.

This is a new world of numbness
this is a new world of silence
This is a new world of dull ache
Mumb, crouching and empty...

Do not
call me a poet ever again
Do not
ask me to speak ever again
Because if if I could, I would.
Words have left me.

For ever.