ForanField

We can never know if the drop Will break our neck Or leave us twisted lonely and throbbing.We rather stand With our hearts in our throats… Throbbing.Before a jump turns to a push And we fall so fast we don’t know where who what we are. But simply below the sky Tapping on glass Covered in dust toung dry Eyes pinched With no place to put our sinking selves but in our minds Begging for a place to rest our feet.Peace and Love, K.N.D.