Words Much Like Poetry
as I turn and look forth ... I see myself again; holding the reins to the tireless horses ...
I am driver and passenger both ...
the dark path behind ... echoes the even darker path ahead ...
I sit alone—where I go, I know not, but I vaguely remember whence I came ...
the only sound is the rhythmic trot of hooves ... like the tick of time
pulling me towards an inevitable fate ...
shadows of the past
pass by so fast ...
I throw my hand out in an effort to reach back,
against a shadowy tree I graze my finger,
in an effort to make my thoughts linger
... another stony bump ... I am thrown back to the wooden seat ... forced to look ahead
and endure the everlasting trot ... from the Tireless Horses
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New From: Trapped in time series by M. Davies
