Horses of depression gallop through my brain
Stampeding down the fences that defense and caution lay
Thousands of fragmented images go racing by their way
only to be engulfed by the swirling dust
of the thunderous horses rage
The rumble buries my body
Leaving it broken, shattered
& with deep underlining pain
Bewildered and flustered
I gaze hauntingly toward the sky
past the clouds of humiliation, anguish
and my own stupid sense of pride
I feel disassociated with myself
and believe little of what I say
And I wonder with great a sadness
Do others live this way?
