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.