Fields of Grief

Into the shadow dregs once more I go

Despairing heart and tortured soul

I’ve put down the morter and now

I will place that final brick to fill the hole

You know the one

The hole where my heart once was

Cupid’s arrows I shall break

One by one as they strike this wall

Unyielding, impenatrable my shell is now

These defenses shall never break

To my grave I will go, in time, alone

Do not grieve for this soul

For I do not deserve your sorrow

Wicked wretch that I am deserves nothing

But the pain I already feel deep inside

All this withered, yellow grass upon my fields

Once green and renewd from the abundant rains

Now all dried up from drought

Gray, are the skies above with no rain to show

Only the low rumble of thunder, anger inticed

The only rain that falls, are the tears from my eyes

(c) 2003 A Riddle