My Mind Game
By TangledWings
My feet trod upon the brown grass And my mind wanders back To when this grass used to be Green. Suddenly I'm not on this empty, Forlorn field all alone--- I'm at soccer practice, Running,panting,sweating,happy. Now,I find myself here, Cold,alone,shivering,sad. The sun appears to be warm and Inviting,but what We can't see is the wind That whips us down... While this stranger bites at My cold face I smile and remember Softball games on Friday nights; I remember the friends I Once had--- The wind stole them from me He's trying to get me too. I've physically left this place, But mentally,I know my roots. I know where I came from. I try to forget it, But it's my obligation. If this place is "A Place to Grow", Why am I feeling So tangled? Why am I feeling so dormant? I'm tired of the lies And the controversy and The Politics. I'm sick of the fools who Think they are fooling me. I know these lies aren't TRUTH, And I know that somewhere The Grass is Greener on The other side.This poem is a kind of goodbye...it has to do with a place I grew up at,but,like everything does,things changed. Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 07:47 AM PST 0 • 1
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"My feet trod upon the brown grass..."