Last Day of Rest


This my last

Before the race

Forget the past

I wash my face


The chains that shake

That hold me back

As true heartache

They start to crack


Omens grab me

Pushing, pulling

Force me to see

My soul needs filling


Yearning to Gallop


The call to action

Sounds throughout

Every cell

Yearning to gallop

That quick progression

Toward golden horizons

Of unknown majesty

Yet sluggish thoughts

Slow to crawl

Nip and scratch

At eager heels