Friday, October 24, 2014

These barren fields

(2014)

These barren fields
Trembling under my feet.

She tries to reach the ropes of the rain
As I lie unarmed on a bed of nails.

Why wouldn’t the soil I breathe
Spring up like a newborn seed?

I shiver reckless in the moonlight
I hear her voice in my head.

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