Robert Horton Poet Couplet

Raggedy Mules

Raggedy Mules 

Ghosts of the past
     on their raggedy mules, 

Clichéd and typecast 
     as infidels and fools,

Travelling nearby 
     in their caravans of woe 

And in the blink of an eye 
     know what we know. 

All that we fear 
     and all that we yearn, 

They see and hear 
     as they twist and turn, 

Through love and hate, 
     beyond life or death, 

The journey of fate 
     lies on laboured breath.

On a wing and a prayer 
     we wallow in doubt, 

Grasping at thin air 
     trying to get out, 

But how pitiful we are 
     with our ifs and buts, 

Never getting very far 
     as each door shuts. 

Stranded in the void
     between Heaven and Earth 

We seek out the paranoid 
     to confirm our birth, 

And they stand in line 
     pretending to be friends,

And on our souls they dine 
     when our journey ends.

Foolishly, we follow 
     with all emotion spent, 

In perpetual sorrow, 
     waiting to be sent 

To the archives of insanity 
     dressed as ghouls, 

Where we escape humanity 
     on raggedy mules. 

© RJVHorton2015

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