In this madness, in this sadness, I am feeling blue

In this holy mess, during these holidays, I still have no clue

Thirsty, hungry, I do not feel angry

Wandering, pondering, still have no energy

In everything and in nothing, just standing here still

Listening, dreaming, believing, it’s the silence that fills

Yet the same silence that fills, is not the same silence that kills



Published by Maria Velazco