Empty Fields

Empty Fields

A Poem by midnight reaper

empty fields in my dreams
empty thoughts in my head
replaying the scenes
as i'm weighted down with lead
now everything fades
curtain call draw the shades
try and sleep but I can already see the shape
waiting for me is empty fields and no escape

© 2020 midnight reaper


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Added on April 22, 2020
Last Updated on April 22, 2020