graveyard questions

i don’t know what to pray to

or to whom

i should address my

existential stress to.

who could possibly hear me

over the chatter of billions

with much more important things to say?

eyes to the sky

searching for answers among rainclouds

looking to each other with questions

only to stare in silence.

for who has mastered the art

of putting feelings into words

that can be understood

by another?