Searching

 The words were once sacred

They told a story

of love, of heartbreaks,

of a life lived

Sometimes they held promises

of times un-lived

The words were few

but they told a story

Now, they are just too many

Insignificant, boring, dull

Everywhere, all the time

A head full of them

and some more

I don't write them down anymore

I don't lend my voice

I sit and stare

as the weightless words

swirl around in a dull dance

Sometimes, in this crowd of dead faces,

I look for words that were once sacred

I wait for them to come to me

and tell me a story

of love, of heartbreaks,

of a life lived