Dark Horses

-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