Little Things in Life

The Empty Field

You're like the empty field,

Full of promises,

But filled with solitude.

People use you for fun,

But in the end,

You're only left with trodden grass.

You've only felt the cold,

Familiar embrace of the wind,

As the light slowly fades away.

You're beaten with rain,

And burnt away with the sun,

Covered in dead scars and wounds.

As time passes,

You realize that you never ran against time,

But instead was forgotten by it.

You're an empty field,

And while others make love around,

You're stuck clinging to the dirt.

Because you know how

And when to patch up your scars,

You've become formidable.

But all you've ever wanted

Was a gift from an oblivious passersby,

for you, the empty field.