Digging

Oppressed by
The weight of words of the establishment
For thirty years
My words
Cannot even be used for
Murmuring

Used to the habit of
Waiting at the entrances of
The Bosses
They have been splintered
And cannot be
Straitened or remade

Like an archaeologist
Searching for
The wealth of antique pieces
I am digging
For myself and
For the words that I had
Exiled and lost