Notes About The Poem
Written on September 20, 2023
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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!
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