FROM THE LOW LAND MIST
I stood at the edge of a steep walled cliff
gazing upon a low land mist
The sun was casting a lonely me...
That pierced my heart, as I clutched my fist
Melancholic visions blurred
As I stole another breath...
"I want to be heard! I cried
From the edge of a steep walled cliff
"I want to be heard" echoed back
...from the low land mist
~ BJK 08/10/2016