Words And The Writer... Poem by Sebastian Soberania

i am not using words
as tools
i am the tool of the
word
as you see the
word
is writing me
it is making
me write to you
these lines
i am the tool of the
tricky words
that do not make me sleep
unless
they are finally put into
place
in a mattress of paper
where they
finally take
their final rest
even if you do not
mind
reading them

for in truth
what do they care?

not even about
you
but their restlessness
when they are
not put into
something meaningful
like souls condemned
to roam
into oblivion