A Field In Misery


A field in misery,
Have you packed yet?
The ancient grounds
whisper promised never
made through wind
and to encounter
death and come back is
the only reward.
Grant me peace. Please.

  • Author: Tomo (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 25th, 2018 21:57
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 7


  • FredPeyer

    Well written, am trying to decipher the hidden meaning. Guess, need a little more time or some help.

    • Thoff1

      Thank you, You'll find it

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