Fallow Fields Poem by H E Alexander

The fallow fields of empty dreams
engulf my mind with barren schemes,
drying my thoughts like arid streams.

This crush-ed man waits but a while
to see what hides 'neath perfidious smile
before the dawn breaks undefiled.

But who can tell what takes its toll
upon a man's unbroken fall
when beauty veils a mendacious soul?

How can we lie without truthfulness?
How can we fulfil with our emptiness?
Can we e'er love more and hate no less?

My song is silent as a captured bird
pining for freedom with each unsung word;
dying its death with cries unheard.

Untie this heart from its tethered rope
that it may wake imbibed with hope
and let our history re-develop.

My canvass lies blank in obscured light,
fearing the strain upon my sight,
I close my eyes come close of night.

Release this rage of tortured mind
and crush the grain that makes me blind.
Relieve this pain or loose thy bind.

The sufferance of pain from broken rib
will forever last to death from crib;
yet what scant protection lies within this nib.

The shallow cup barely quenches my thirst
abandoning me to this living curse:
Sinking. Drowning. Beneath. Immersed.