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The Pale Horse Polarity: An Insomniac's Lament
The night fast approaches
a pale horse birthed in its womb
alone in my room
the image burned into my brain
A mane of my past failings
and hooves shod by refrains
the beast rears up and stomps me
into the bed that I have made
Not a nightmare
For I remember not my dreams
I only wish I could be free
from this ailing cage
a pale horse birthed in its womb
alone in my room
the image burned into my brain
A mane of my past failings
and hooves shod by refrains
the beast rears up and stomps me
into the bed that I have made
Not a nightmare
For I remember not my dreams
I only wish I could be free
from this ailing cage
Published 12th Mar 2020
Author's Note
This poem is about my Insomnia
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