God of Concrete

A gloom, 
A decaying morning 
That is not night yet. 
Suffering in between. 
Beaten and caked 
By season's disharmony
We live like dragged time. 
We wake everyday 
To make it a better day
Resolutions do not work
Unless you lay the work. 
Listen more to the silence
It teaches you to speak, 
Where does a flying cotton go? 
To be one with the air. 
We met in the cafe
Surrounded by people, 
I did not forget to say 
That my name was silence. 
I need to feel the love 
Not just be loved by someone. 
With heavy heart I was injured 
From the past. 
I only speak in muteness. 
I am a god of concrete, 
Waiting to cultivate faith. 
In silence, the eyes see.