lunedì 26 agosto 2019

Not a prayer

You who raise a prayer
from your shady and safe haven
beyond the blue texture of that sky
there is no god who can listen to you

I plunge my hands in the dust
in vain searching for other hands
but sharp stones and lifeless bodies
hurt my weak flesh

It is useless to cry or curse
the guardian angels have fled
it's just you and me now
abandoned in the midst of the universe