Standing in the middle
of an untouched corn field,
surrounded by the green
of it all.
Caught up in my thoughts
I slowly look down
and without surprise
I am BAREFOOTED!
Standing while it rains,
pouring down around me,
sweating from the heat,
and sticky from humidity.
Dirt covers my hands
from scratching at the earth.
I was searching for my lost,
my unfound soul.
Holding my hands high
I start screaming WHY!?
Is mine the soul the
spirits found no purpose for?
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