Please excuse the boundary
of my sadness;
it's not normal, I'm aware,
maybe, even maddening.
But, the horses need hay.
They are hungry.
Long evenings
full of shadows,
surround my blood
stained lazy bed.
The horses need hay.
Let's gather our
senses, and get to
the fields.
Make-believe we
have purpose and
direction.
Isn't that
the mindset we need
to overcome the largest
lie of them all.
(Repost)
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, which is available on Amazon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciod7laprVU