Fields

Fields

With bare feet,

And a sullen look,

I tread across a field of grey.

Within defeat,

My hope they took,

And I drag on with eyes of dismay.

With bare feet,

And spirit broken,

I crawl across a field of glass.

Without the heat,

Of words unspoken,

There is no escaping a sorrowful past.

As I walk through the shadow,

Of a tree by my side,

Hands clasped in prayer,

And eyes to the sky,

I hope for a new day,

Dawning in my way,

So I may escape,

These fields that plague.