Fertile Place Unknown

Rich dark soil
Nearly the colour of de-oxygenated blood
So fertile and full of potential
Now a dust bowl just waiting for the winds
To rest upon the land of your last kind labour

Where I come in is later
I learned myself of most in life
From early on
It set my path
You created the hole I would exit

So much to learn about you
Always later but still
Enough to feel you pushing me
Away to a place I didn’t want to go
Even after this death

I saw it coming
But you hid it well
Enough from everyone else
I was the one you chose
To get you back to the fertile place