- Fury
- Howling
hopeless irony
- like a
stallion set loose
- in the
fury of the storm
- bolts
into the night of my thoughts
- and is
swallowed in darkness.
-
- The
canyons echo its panic
- hooves
stumble on stones of anguish
- nostrils
flare and snort in discontent
- frightened
eyes bulge unseeing
- gaping at
only lightning-flash
- reflections
of tears.
-
- No stars
guide the way
- nor
familiar path to find
- lost and
alone it wanders
- in ever
shrinking circles
- defeated
by its burden
- then
stops with head hung low.
-
- No clover
to graze, no soothing touch
- no
calming voice to call it home
- only
blackness, wind and fury
- too far
from shelter
- too tired
to sleep.
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