The Silent Whisper

Puzzled

Puzzled 

Books tell knowledge, 

In uses of pen and ink.

The creak of the door 

Answers the riddles you bought 

Smell of old paper 

Burning in fire.

Letters you caught,

are filled with burned wood.

My hands were sweating

My lips are drying.

I can feel the cold 

In this abandoned house .

I look at you,

Sitting in the chair 

Crumpled the paper 

And give out a sigh.