A weird poem about dark horses running free within my mind. |
-Dark Horses- by Keaton Foster In a field Yonder clear Of all that seems Abundantly real Are dark horses Running wild Unchained By the boundaries of life Representatives of death Disguised as burdened beast They are carrying An impossible load Far greater than mine Unbearable Their duties must seem Yet they continue as need A wild stampede An expressionless relief They do not speak After all they are nothing Except wild creatures Quantifiable animals Once growing in number No longer Culmination in the making Because with each new day More of them run away Escaping this mind Finding a new paradigm Out there in the cold Out there beyond My twisted role In a field That goes on and on Far beyond imagination Far removed from speculation Absolutely make believe creations Made into something quite real I know each one of them Because I created all of them I understand them Because I am them They carry life away As they bring death Closer to my step Dark horses Bits and pieces Of my deepest feelings Expressed Set free Roaming as they see fit From one endless field To the very next In time They will be gone Far beyond In time They will no longer run In stampedes of so many Soon there will be just a few To carry such an impossible load When that time comes I am certain That my livable life Will be undone… Dark Horses Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |