Beating a Dead Horse

Reins lifted in spite, a grimace Blistering the urge to forgive the way Black changed to gray right before your eyes, Easing away the pain like, in fading, it might Be changed to innocence like snow, freezing the weakness In a heart who bleeds, pouring out tears in crimson Pools, deep and liquid as rivers and seas Who keep believing in the teasing sprays, Wistful, still angry, deep down ~ At the depths where melancholy meets grief And each memory rains pure defeat, Aching, lost and dying to be found somewhere On the road to one moment before the decision Was made into reality and the reins were raised Trembling with the darkest rage, gasping From the insidious need to kill the ache who In fading, left the hoof print of loneliness all over The soul who keeps wandering back to that place For more ~ it beats out a rhythm that might be thought More tender than the actual beat of its dark surrender In defeat, the soul quakes and the mind aches As the heart ~ oh, yes, the heart ~ it simply breaks!