Word-Stripped...

Today,
I have nothing to say...

The words have all melted
Like the snow on the roadside..
When I walked along the road
The streetlights, the syllables had conspired
and consented not to provide me any light...
making me walk in the dark....
a sign that make my sentences go slipping...

Modesty, ever-dictating, ever-there,
I knew not how not to sulk or stare...
Those naked syllables, stripped bare,
of meaning, reason and truth...
I plead, i shout, i swear
But today, they don't tell any story....

And so, today,
I have nothing to say...