Dots...

Just a poem

Dots......

1.

Arrays of dots,

Were moving slow

On words I write,

And lines, I draw

The night, was heavy

The light, was dim

They started falling

Off papers' rim

Without a purpose,

How could they know

In which direction

They had to go?

While some, were crying

Others, were dead

The rest were trying,

To talk, instead

Their sounds fell flat,

While night was bleak

I never knew that,

The dots can speak

2.

Silence took sounds,

To its secret zone

Words were vanished

With lines I 've drawn

Like a helter skelter

Shadow of a ghost

Looking for shelter,

I was its host

My words fell broken

Down on the floor

Silence was spoken

More times, than more

Counting the numbers

Will take me no where

By choice, never I

Will want to go there

3.

Sudden and painful,

That blinding light

When all its colors

Turned into white

Poking, and searching

Inside my mind,

I laid there, mutant,

And deaf, and blind

Shrieking, and screaming

Inside my head

Echoing then streaming

All words I said

How could that silence

Inflict such pain

Dead, were all words

That may explain

4,

Counting the numbers

I knew, was wrong

Like singing, but really

There was no song

Ask my illusions,

And they will tell

Creatures of silence,

They know me well

Devils were fighting

With demons in hell,

While I was writing

Dots cast the spell.