Midnight thoughts

The broken hopes

When I was a boy

I had dreams of greatness

It was as tall as the mountains

and its limits were as far as the sky

I had a need to fly.

I knew I could because I believed that time had no meaning 

and that I was stronger than what adults talked about

when I was young I fell down a cliff

My lips closed down

and my heart learned to fear the hidden palpitations

the dreams were laughter with echoes that hurt

When I reached the age where I die

I thought about every flaw in my plans

and my hands bleed with old wounds

the mountains collapsed

and every battle was a lost war cry

When I had opportunities I forgot them,

burned them,

and escaped them

because I understood that from my failure my pains were born

and from my pains I was born

surrender was the exit and the most effective poison

T.M.

Ghosts

It's a snap

one second

where you fall at the bottom of the bottle

and you do not know where you are

you have tears behind your eyelids

needles in the chest

and fears in the mind,

we do not know how we got there

how we got so lost

and how not to get out of there,

we really do not know anything

so stop asking.

But,

if there is something that we do know,

it's empty eyes

the parched lips

and the hidden arms.

We see us at street crossings

and oceans of worlds

we see us and

for some reason

incomprehensible and inexplicable

we smile,

we approach

we hold on

and we do not let go

because if you drown

I will try to be your float

because if there is a pain that I understand

It's yours and you mine

since if there is a last effort to give

when breathing hurts

and the heart hits the ribs

is to try to save another lost ghost.

T.M.