The Lot

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The motivation behind this is a place that does not exist anymore.

Submitted: November 14, 2008

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The Field

I lean against the fence. My gaze follows the sidewalk path that I had walked so many times before.

My eyes take in what they observe; an empty field. I allow my mind to race.

Thoughts of this field fill my head. I don't push them out. I am okay with letting my feelings overwhelm me.

Memories is all this field has left to offer. To me it's not a field anymore. It's a reminder of what I lost.

My eyes see a field. My mind sees what it was before it ever was a field. It was where I belonged.

I hate this empty field. How is it possible that after all this time, anger still creeps in.

I don't like this empty field. I don't like what I no longer see within it.

This empty field has taken a part of me along with everything else it took.

But then I smile. I see images of all the passed fun times that took place in this field.

I see a field. But it's empty no longer. It's full with the thrills and stories I experienced with my friends.


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