I sat down with an imaginary rosary

After a decade, perhaps.

I fought with God at some time

And did not pray.

But today, is different.

I’m scared of humanity dying around me.

I hear silence supporting the ones who need it

I see hatred where there should be love

I see fear where there should be trust

I see closed hearts where there should be warmth

And it scares me

Coz it’s an epidemic and I won’t survive it

I’ll die in it slowly

Not knowing when my heart became a stone

When my ears stopped listening

When my hands stopped giving

When the tiny light in me went out

And when I was breathing but stopped living.