domingo, 15 de enero de 2012

Our fears fed

Once again, we are here to discover that this is not our place.
Once more, I am here to see my own destruction,
to feel my own doubts, and how they bit me inside.
We watch our castles burn and collapse,
we see our fears fed, and our agonies growing,
and in our minds a voice calls, shouting.
We cannot ease the pain of a whole body infected.
We cannot release the bird that always has lived in cages.