Anybodys

Solitary paradise in a field, engulfed by silence
Overcome by the nothingness
Small sounds travel easily in empty spaces
I can choose any direction in the wilderness
Who own's the soil? Who cares for the weeds?
It is anybody's, belongs to no-one
It is mine, for now.

 

Cool poem! Good job

 

Thanks

 

Nice poem, the imagery is great.

 

I really, really liked your poem

 

Excellent, well done!