Untitled Poem by Kristina Gonzalez

Recollections of what is truly meaningless
Scattered fragments of memories,
From long ago.

Taking the hand,
Almost by force.
Not trusting,
In my self.

Desolation of the holy grounds
Devil’s wake on strawberry fields,
Yet forsaken you walk in swamps.

I cry by the falling of stars,
No cares of Venus is enough.

Not sure…
Just hopping to slip away
From all that I behold
Disordered struggling chaos

Ah, my blessed silence
Where have you gone?