Barren Fields

A bitter fruit from actions sown,

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.