Sat alone
In a field
Surrounded by fields
The leaves are green
They sway in the wind
The grass green
Fluttering in the breeze
I’m alone
With my thoughts
Which surround me
Take over
Like a black cloud
I look up
The sky is blue
No clouds to be seen
The black darkness
Fills me
I’m alone
More alone
Sat in silence
Wondering
How in such beautiful light
In such a beautiful place
Things are dark
Stacey Anderson: Field
This poem is based on a dream which the author had, and which became a recurring thought for her. Stacey decided to write this thought as a poem, and ‘Field’ is the result.
