The Stallion

Galloping in the wind

A tall stallion

His hooves tearing the ground

My thoughts caught between them

As he unearths them from the dirt

Attacking him from the belly up

Poisoning his heart

Chaining him down

His breaths, shallow, pained

Soak my sorrow away

Whats noble art on the outside

Must feel anguish inside

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