2020

Nothing nothing nothing happened this year

people died

my grandmother died

between so many pointed fingers that everything got lost.

Nothing to tell about a heart left to collect dust

nothing to say in differentiating from white to grey

nothing to comment on in losing the burning of alcohol.

Everything was a repetition that became the code in the system and the beginning of the robots in the human.

All left to the betrayal of the fatigue that is watching the window like television.

There are no letters to formulate everything that did not happen,

for all that was left in the burial of too much pain and nothing.

It was forgotten and retired this year in a way that felt like a Monday through Sunday that was lost in the blink of a rotten society.

Nothing happened

Except my youth turned to arteries of rocks and suicidal mentality

Nothing happened

Except that everything proposed became the end of a joke drowned in supplications of tears that killed

Nothing happened

Except losing faith that there would be a balance waiting for us at the end of it all.

Ta.