Death!

I was single.
No shadow, nothing.
Today, I have a truck full of enemies:
Each one ready to grab my thirsty throat
And slit with the hatred that laughs
At my faith!
There will be mimicries
And hoarse complaints;
But I will be an imitation on life
And the faith will be a parody.
The conviction that preaches
The ownership of life and its purpose,
Sometimes paints the inevitable
And asks:
“Are you afraid?”
I have no answer.
I was alone and
Shadows will betray the faith.