Barren Fields
Consequence's shadow, dark and lone.
No golden lining, no silver gleam,
Just echoes of regret, a mournful dream.
A path once bright, now shadowed deep,
Where sorrow's rivers endlessly weep.
No solace found in hindsight's art,
Just wounds that fester, tear apart.
A heavy burden, hard to bear,
The weight of choices, a despairing snare.
No sweet redemption, no promised land,
Just barren fields where hope once planned.
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