THE SNOW COVERED FEILD

The felling of lonliness I got walking thru a cornfeild in the winter

THE SNOW COVERED FIELD

The field its blanket of snow
I stand in the whiteness surrounding me.
The wet chill, the cold,
biting into me,- my thoughts.
The vastness, I am but
a speck.
The deadness, no colors,a desolate
Whiteness, numbs your mind
The only one, I am,
but a speck.
The field covered white-alone and
Cold-I find the meaning of
Loneliness