Breaking down
Slowly...

Hurt
Pain...

Heavy Eyelids
Restless Mind...

The field is empty
The sound of birds is no more...

Sometimes
I want space...

The sun shines down brightly on the innocent face
A child rocks back and forth with the motion...

His hooves pound harshly
Mane blows wildly in the wind...

The cold wind caresses my hair
Winter has come early...