I kicked a stone to gauge its fall <br />Ten, twenty feet to the aphsalt. <br />Inside my lungs a biter gall, <br />Of remembrance that was my fault. <br /> <br />Breathing in, looked to the sky, <br />No guts to peer below my feet. <br />So closed my eyes and just let fly <br />The soul, physic and mental meet. <br /> <br />And with that the past was gone, <br />Scattered below, a Now is borne. <br /> <br />31 March 2008<br /><br />Tiffanie Lein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/edge-7/
