spilled thoughts – Page 13

Two

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.

Arrêtez de peindre des portraits
de amours anciens
et d’amis oubliés
ils ne te comprendront jamais maintenant
s’il ne t’ont jamais compris à l’époque

Subway station, empty/peaceful.
Yet my thoughts, immersed in chaos.

This city sleeps, though I hardly catch a wink.
Fellow men and women dying in the streets.

Can’t dispute we all bleed red,
but the darker your skin the more often bleeding happens.

An elderly woman moves over, to block me from taking a seat.
Not the first time, I’ve felt subtle, hot, contempt.

Can’t mind it, I’ve got calls to answer, files to update, bills to pay.
Just like everyone else.

The city sleeps, but I hardly catch a wink.
Filled with desire for more, for better, and far from at peace.