The Scarred Horse Poem by Roger Harrison

The scarred horse rides

through the wilting field

Beneath the galloping hoofs

I am slowly killed


Asleep in a coffin

no pain can I feel

Drowned by the dirt

forever left still


Shadows on the ceiling

footsteps on the floor

Voices whisper in my head

don't want to listen anymore


Wind blowing through dead trees

it calls out my name

Trapped beneath the shaking rafters

of the church of guilt and shame


Crafty people lurking my way

take their advantage of me

Lift my precious gifts

through my mist of insanity


The scarred horse has won again

I have been left behind

Ensnared in my own depression

stuck inside my own mind