Poems, general writings, ravings, and other things.

Kevin - That's excellent! We have another poet joining in. The ending seemed a little forced, an attempt to reach some sort of conclusion. But I wonder if it's best if that ending was clipped. How would this sound to you?

I follow you into the distance, stretching endlessly into the horizon
Clip clop of a hastily shoed horse beneath me
The stiff leather cutting uncomfortably into my legs
My body held together by an entanglement of barbed wire
Riding on and on, further and further, as the beautiful paint fades beneath me
Limp wire strung out towards the heavens
The sun beating down onto my neck as it crawls closer to the edge of the sky
The reins wither in my hands.