Alienated,
from pain,
in a Language, I don’t know how to verbalise in ,
I have lost my vocabulary,
Sentences stuck in my Mouth,
Like Gum,
Dictionary burnt,
Tongue Sliced,
Poetry is not bringing justice to the suffering I am enduring,
Throat Seared,
With the remains of a burnt iron,
Stuck,
I am choking,
from this scathing,
This inherent depression I live in,
I have bled in all the languages of pain,
yet,
I am still voiceless,
Silence has become home,
I am searching for vowels,
Whilst gasping for breath,
Attempting to fill the spaces,
The voids of unspoken dialogue,
I fumble around with my tears,
trying to express my ocean of grief,
this turmoil of being misunderstood,
Today I write,
Tomorrow I will breathe