Poem: The dead poet!

[Unluckybolte]

The dead poet!

The times still kept moving,
He inside him murmured,
Sometimes laughed,
And sometimes cried,
The poet, unknown to everyone,
All around the world,
His narrated words were listened,
Behind the mask exists someone or not?
Not even a person searched for,
The poet,
Or either to be called,
The dead poet,
Died the day people lost him,
As the words became less,
Less in number of Poetries,
Seeing in seeing, the words,
Completely lost,
And the poet inside himself died!