In The Field, I Lay

In the field the fog is thick, 

Lurking around my ankles, 

She tightens her grip. 

In the field, the land mines run deep,

Concealed under the ground,

The angst awakens me from my sleep.

My dreams usher a harrowing tune, 

They whip with thunder; CLAP

But, not everything doom is gloom?

In the wasteland, I am alone, 

And unable to silence my fears,

The field swallows me whole. 

Her laugh is faint but clear, 

She holds me still and weak; 

Echoing torment through my ear,

When is there mercy for the meek?

The sky bleeds black rain,

Which is swept into the fog, 

In the field I lay still, 

In the field I am agog.