Here I am lying in the dark,
praying that I won't make a little red mark...

*This is a poem I wrote about a horse I've been...
Started without even a halter on her head...

*This was the first poem I ever wrote in 2005...
You were my companion, my pride and my joy...

The fire casts shadows in this dark room
as chilling memories in my mind loom...

Don't worry about tomorrow
And don't waste it on sorrow...

She painted her arms red,
because she thought she was dead...

Go on, cry those red tears
And pretend that you have no fears...

Darkened soul no place to go
It's hard to believe I was happy not too long ago...

She was just like you and me
At least of what you could see...

Now the skies always seem gray
I don't know what to say...

Soaked and stained
For a while it eases the pain...

Is there someone out there?
Someone to help me from my despair...