Tall grass
Walking through the tall grass
My path winding behind me
I watch my footsteps fade as the grass rises
Rebounding against my weight
Erasing me from its memory
I leave no trace as I wonder
Each step becoming another confusing reminder
I don’t know where I am
Where I’m going
Or where I have been
My path winding behind me….enjoyed this poem.
I really liked the visual of the grass “erasing me from memory”. As tall grass does. Nice.