Lost

Sour smell comes to my ears,
A foul stench is in sight,
All I can hear are Wild Horses
Don’t know where they’re headed-
I can only touch the stay, and
Stand to taste
the taste of defeat within my body-
Stain of conceit mars my feet.

Do you walk with pride?
Could you take this all in stride?
One questions answers two;
I’d be bold if I were you
Advertise the atrocities,
Simplify the best of me.

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