Fields

by

Thomas Leatherbarrow

I swing alone in a field of hope
my only comfort, is my rope

Now I choke

I sit still and despair, in the field of dreams
I know to well life’s not what it seems

And still I choke

I move free in field of hate
But this is not my mistake

And still I choke

In the field of death I am alive
As you know that’s were I thrive

but still, I choke

So witch one suits me is yet to be Revealed
But now I know that what I seek cannot be found in
Fields.

Now, will I choke ?

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