Flooded Fields

Don’t leave before breaking the last promise.

I looked at you for peace,

I looked at you for solace,

But you gave the truth away with such ease,

Making me wonder whether you were always this lawless.

Don’t leave before breaking my last bone.

I prayed to gods and fiends,

I prayed that they send you home.

But at the end I was alone in your flooded fields,

Sinking in your blame, choking on the boiling foam,

Out of ammunition and shields.

-JW