Here I have fallen

Inky black above
its blotted angels spit and curse;
a heavy sky
On the field around us
barren landscape drips, drags
Soggy steps
Lines of black and grey infront
The heart races against the quiet
fear that it will never stop
that there will always be these flat lines
the dripping brown hedgerows, fields of mud
England in solitude and fear
To stop hoping
to lie forever here
where I have fallen