“Open Field” by Patricia Awapara
I woke up in a bed
with no scent of my past
a bed in a room
that was nothing but strange
a room in a house
where my mind never lived
a house on a hill
with no trail that I knew
a hill in a world
with no sense of the values
that shape me
no room for the dreams
that compel me
a world full of people
I cannot respect
if you can’t send me back
to the place that I love
take me out to the field
and just shoot me
Writer Lynne Sargent
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