Silence in dead words

Suffocate I’m feeling with all
The words crossing my throat
Claiming to leave the shady
Space of my own inside

Suffocate I’m feeling with all
Those meanings stuck in their
Own solitude being speechless
Without their aim of exchanging

Suffocate I’m feeling with all
The immensity of silence claiming
To exist without the demanding
Of slavery distant of my dignity

Suffocate I’m feeling with all
The flood of words coming from
Outside of myself bury me
In my own uselessness

Suffocate I’m feeling with all
The barriers built to shut my
Chances of being down instead of
Existing to create personality to share

I remain quit on my own giving up
To make myself understood
I just move on like a corpse myself.

Virgínia Heine