The leather brands the hands
when you’re pleading with the reins
atop a rush of boiling black
your years thunder away.
The muscle makes you sick
the sweat’s barking at your eyes
but the more you try to fight
the harder this horse rides.
The leather brands the hands
when you’re pleading with the reins
atop a rush of boiling black
your years thunder away.
The muscle makes you sick
the sweat’s barking at your eyes
but the more you try to fight
the harder this horse rides.
MY TROUBLED MIND 
Whoa Amazing
Thank you kindly Laughing Soul
Pleasure
Wow! Very well done, Luke. Thanks for the follow on I Write Her. I do appreciate it and am looking forward to reading more of your thoughts. 🙂