Wednesday, February 8, 2012

untitled

looking out into the night
I think of you
hiding under the same sky
seeking cover from mad men
hoping no one hears
your silent screams

I see my reflection
in a shard of broken glass
and I remember
you've seen me broken
you saw me break
hiding under the same sky
seeking cover from mad men
hoping someone hears
my silent screams


from: Life and Death in Translation