I wept like a child.
When I found out.
That horses were bound.
To a finite space.
Given rules.
But stripped of grace.
A shadow cast.
A line not crossed.
Wallow in it.
You’ve already lost.
It sticks like napalm.
To a loving heart.
A long, dull burn.
But a pain so sharp.
So I search for my cowboy.
High and low.
Taking notes.
On this carousel.
Who can free me?
From this precipitous gel.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I