The Feild

You see them together across the feild of dead grass
You hear them whispering
You feel the hatred
You sense the clan against you
You see the sarcastic glances
You taste the pungency of loathing disgust of a being a freak like you in the air
In the feild of dead grass
Thats just like your heart
Stepped on too much to grow any more
Kicked too much to feel anymore
Brushed by rough soles of heartless feet to feel anymore
The feet protected by soles of hard shoes
That made you beleived you belonged
Your numb to the pain
and the suffering
So long you’ve stood for them
Followed them like a lost puppy
You were deadened for the poison
That they deliver
An antidote is needed
But none is found here
Not in this feild
This feild of death
This feild of hatred
Loathing
Despair
This feild where you’ve come to your senses
But now its too late
The toxin of vipers is in your blood
And the spot once used for respect
Is now vacant
Like this feild of dead grass
Where just the two of you stand:
A group against you
A herd of  white sheep that hate the black one
So you stand
alone