the lost

This is the one loosing the capacity to love
the capacity to care
It is the one who is loosing
its colour little by little
rain drop by rain drop
foot print by foot print
and turning into this gray
absurd mass of nothing.
This one, who used to have all
the maps, the one who could read
all the signs, who could say
too many words and paint
infinit forms.
The air touching its face is producing mould now gravitating
around its existence.
And people run away asking the one to please. no longer stay.