Stolen Poem by George Carpow

I don't know a day
I just know the night
The moon behind the clouds
Reveals my feral might

The ruthless wind around
Is tossing thoughts in mind
Forgotten in a hole
Full of deadmen's rinds.

And I am stolen.

I don't know a sound
I just keep the quiet
Mutter at the corner
But I'm deaf and blind

Maybe someone calls me
Maybe someone cries
But I just move my arms
To hold something tight

Cause I am stolen.

I don't know a word
I just make a sketch
Of the gloom around
And the sense I fetch

How did I fall here?
Ain't someday to get out?
I repeat myself
To push off the doubt

Yet noone tells the answer
Noone says you're right
Only speechless darkness
Douses the moonlight