The Schrödinger Cat

The Schrödinger Cat

In a glass box, I placed

everything I was never able to articulate,

inside this small place

are all the screams

I was never able to pronounce.

Words locked away

to empty my mind

and relieve it

from this chaos that devours me

and prevents me from being happy.

I stopped feeling.

How could I, when my inside was empty?

My heart filled every leftover corner with all that I never could say,

Trying to calm this poor and desolate heart.