Long have I lived by the side of poems,
long have I faced its beauty
long have I acknowledged its strength.

But time has grown weak,
.. so I kneel in respect as I put down my axe,
by which I mark my words.

I bow until the ground,
since I am not allowed to speak.

My words,

You say,

are empty..

And therefore I need not seek any answers,
I need not fight any battle..

It is a fact, you see...
that I have lost my, so called,

\"Empty words\"

to thy theft.

But just as stars fall from the sky,
poets also do.. every now and then.