"Letters to sacred" - poetry

Letter no. 3

I feel my knees trembling,

I shout my mouth. Words are useless

And every inch of me is thrown into the dark.

I breathe faster and faster,

Trying to decide if I’m alive or not,

Aren’t I?

I scream to the shadows,

I touch the wind’s blow. My heart is a timekeeper,

With every beat I’m going to death.

Where am I now?