spilled thoughts – Page 13

Presence

Here, yet not really here.

Narrow vision is a silent torture

Side by side they choose a path,

Neither you, nor I will ever know.

They menace the skies, just briefly stopping to rest,

Under summer sun’s golden glow.

Come in, set your burdens down.

High above the world,
Restless thoughts lull for a moment.

Just thick white smoke and ocean blue,
Dancing in the sky.

High above the world, not a worry or a care.

If only it could feel like this,
be like this forever.

Always bleeding, always aching,
Searing hate and agony,
Drowning in the deepest blue,
And dying to love and be loved,
Until I shed the old me.