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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (A simple poem) They say I am the dark horse That is destined till my end To gallop like the broken soul In the shadows of the wind But I am just the simple soul, And so they say I’ll fail Because I am the gentle whisper Among the constant yell. I have my dreams I dream at night. I have my prayers I pray, And though I run this race to win I’ve lost along the way. I’ve sat and pondered upon this life, My thoughts have drifted afar. I’m somewhat like the wayward wish That cannot find its star. I cannot stop upon this road And say my journey ends For when I think that life has stopped I find it just begins— Therefore the hour passes on And side by side we stand… Time and I, soul in soul Must travel hand in hand…. Chained to seconds, chained to minutes That do not pause for me So in their flow, so shall I go And be where they shall be, And if the minutes to which I’m chained Are granted their tomorrow Then so am I granted this And beckoned then to follow— Holding not to yesterday, It was not mine to keep. I leave it standing in the past, There in my soul to sleep, I travel on because I must, Though the dark horse, I may be. I travel on to get somewhere— A mended soul set free. A gentle whisper among this yell— This world, this life, this place Running still with the flame of hope To endure this wretched race. And I’ll keep on running And keep on running, Though my thoughts may drift afar, I’ll win this race as the unknown wish That claims its sacred star. ~T.S. Wilkins~
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