A friend keeps telling me that my kind of verse is much more emotion than meaning, and I guess he is perfectly right. In order to save myself from ridicule, I have found an explanation that proudly allows me to keep my conduct - which is a necessity anyway.
In Paul Auster's wiki biography it says "(...) we enter the world through words. We observe the world through our senses but the world we sense is structured (i.e. mediated) in our mind through language. Thus our subconscious is also structured as a language. This leaves us with a sense of anomaly. We can only perceive the world through language, but we have the feeling of something missing. This is the sense of being outside language. The world can only be constructed through language but it always leaves something uncovered, something that cannot be told or be thought of, it can only be sensed."
Well, there we are. My answer is emotion. Poured out in words. And there is no need to understand them. Feel them. Despite the anomaly.