Painfully golden sun Runs over the dark brown pasture Of tranquil summer. Enlarged double sevens on its waist And brimming black waves Striding ahead of me. What follows after is, Deadly disfigured disgusting dust. Grains as sharp as broken glass Shatter and splash, Ripping and untangling every little vein As they revolve inside my two eyes. For once I- I wanted to run on the same line. But being one's mere wish it is, The scar from yesterday Edges its piercing blade against my mane, Pilling every inch of my skin, Delivering its pain Across the entire system. Audience screams as he reaches the white belt. He was just- just born like that- Effortless and fortunate. Yet he snorts as if he owns the world. Behind him, My frayed crimson hooves howl in the shadow. Once again- I'm on the starting line, Spurting towards the unseen finishing point Of a never-ending race.
Hello, I am new here! This is the first poem I ever wrote, hope you guys enjoy!