My Native Land.
Integrity woven among opportunities glare.
I stare, melting, consumed.
An utter cold.
Shallow darkness covers me.
I am lost---
---A place. For noone really notices.
Rotted soil chokes your purpose,
hills, tractors ---
---visions lowly domain.
Dryness challenges your dreams---
---making distorted images
roll off your tongue.
Slurred lacking times
lonely answer.
Can't they feel my pain?
I long for my native land.
In waters reflection
accentuate sky