Middle Of Nowhere

In the middle of no where

I am

Not knowing if I should go on

I wonder

In the middle of nowhere

I find nothing

Nothing I am searching

But hay and dry grass

One laughing at the other

One crying after laughing

Terrible things I cannot say

Horrible, better than all I have seen

I don’t know.

Who am I?

Of course I am not a beast

I know

I chew grass

Unlike the ground underneath my feet

I throw away the water that seeps not through my pores