I Walk To Talk To You

Wanted to tell many thing But can’t, don’t know why? If there is tyranny I can’t bear// Far from my intention Into the dark forest Between faith and thought I have been dragged And defeated, always Being in silence I ask a question to me Who am I? No answer like a dead From dead one I arise Completely restless And then I sell my slumber And purchase words In the market of poverty, Many shop of death starvation So many words Cruel, lovely, beautiful, Peace, rich, charity, religion and faith, These words; killing me. If I stay here for a while, Alas! I may say something I walk to talk to you Wanted to tell many thing