Calm ambiance
of the evening air
Rain on the pavement
Grey skies
Supply me with a giddy rush
Of the full moon rising.
Lights flicker in the distance
A sign of hope, industry
pick one.
Pick both.
Dwelling in the suburbs
like mosquitoes in water
Sucking blood from the earth
as we rise.
We grow to take more
give nothing back.
Too afraid to stop and feel
for the fear it will burn us.
I don't remember what it feels like
to touch the ground anymore
living in the air,
never staying in one place too long
For the fear it will burn me.
And as I feed on the force of this life
It occurs to me
That if everyone is doing the same thing
The sound of suffering on this earth
must be deafening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem