8. Caravaggio

When the time comes
I’ll be ready to go
Hearing subtle noises
feel the tide from the shore

The fear is strong
But has no meaning
I’m living like a ghost

It’s harder to feel
Part of something bigger
Is there comfort within
We do not need each other

With our shared complaints
We do feel closer
But stay the same

I have always been
And will always remain
Too weak by myself
And helpless among others

With the water rising
I hope we will be
Chained to each other
When it’s harder to breathe

Things will
Never change
Stay sad and feel betrayed
Like no one hears your prayers