Miya Fontaine Poet Prose

The Lonely Cowboy

The lone cowboy
Ridding his faithful
companion
Had to leave his
town behind
Galloping to the
west
Leaving a trail of
dust
He is wanted for
possession 
Never paid his bar
tab
He couldn't get the
whiskey down fast
enough
His role in life is
to be the lone wolf
Only trusting his
gun
Don't get in his way
He is not afraid to
stand up for his
pride
He's done it before
in a past life
Can't see the light
at the end of the
trail
The only light
reflecting off the
moon
No room for growth
You can tell by his
weathered face, that
hes had a tough life
A face that shows no
emotion
He was stripped of
them years ago
He figures he'll
make up for his sins
in the next life
Hes not afraid of
death
He has knocked in
deaths door more
than once, and ends
up just leaving a
note saying that
he'll be back later
He doesn't even know
what hunger is
anymore
Steals scraps of
flesh from the
vultures
But he'll always
have that thirst for
whiskey 
It being his only
friend
Goes from town to
town raising hell
and destruction
Anger burns deep
inside him
Cant relate to the
civilized folk
Family means nothing
Disowned him decades
ago
He has a calling for
control
To be in control
Is to be out of
control

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