Surrounded by a murder alone in a field, arms spread out, I stand post. All alone in the maze, seen from the distance but, never truly known. Faceless expression head hangs low. twenty five to thirty feed from the ground I lie in wait.
Sometimes I wish this was a life I never knew.
Can no one hear my call?
Answer the questions to this life called me.
Resting in peach as I still breath.
Everyday starts only to repeat once again.
Close my eyes to visions of a life I once understood.
Remembering my freedom and childhood.
Old days that once made me feel good.
Wasted time I will never get back, I wait.
Out in the field, alone in the maze. I stand post, waiting, watching looking at life slip by. Day by day. Night by night. Arms spread out. Head hangs low. Faceless I stand post.
A Poem by Daniel L. Lowry 6/28/06