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