When the bough breaks

And falls to the fathomless earth

When the ground shakes

And it feels like rebirth

 

Do we look to the skies

With tear stained eyes

Or swallow the bread

And bury our dead.

 

Is life the only slot

To protect from this blinding spot

Or are we energy

To fly back to the heavens.

 

There’s no answer

Only faith to relive

The only answers we give

Cascading anxiety.