Poppy Fields

Love nailed to my cross
I wait neglecting hope
In favor of disappointment
Building up my cross
Each arresting breath
Through warm poppy fields
Disappear among them in
Weakening walks I run
Love nailed to my cross
I wait neglecting cherish
In favor of false adoration
Building up my cross
Each arresting breath
Labored, anticipating sever
Through warm poppy fields