Sometimes, the truth is too painful.

In the Valley of White Horses

far beneath the mountain snow

stands a silent angel watching

for what, we’ll never know.

Let loose those false delusions

shoot up, or use the spoon

the Valley of White Horses

is just inside this room.

So lock away your mind now

numb out all the pain

the voices that cry warnings

keep trapped inside your brain.

And as you float above it

the world will turn away

the Valley of White Horses

is not the place to play.

Addiction is the answer

but the question seems aloof

death and pain are real here

but I can find the truth.

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  • lxdollarsxl on Jan 5, 2011

    Drugs i guess do that for a lot of people. – well written

  • Guy Hogan on Jan 5, 2011

    The words here hint at a much deeper meaning than what a first reading reveals. The surface is clear but the meaning is in the subtext which the surface images represent. I think this is a definite step toward better poetry. Your use of concrete words to paint a picture that tells a story is apparent here. I guess it’s been happening for some time but it’s obvious to me here. Good work. Keep going in this direction. I think you’re on to something. That’s my sincere opinion.

  • Jimmy Shilaho on Jan 5, 2011

    I love the rhythm and the imagery.

  • bigpapadan on Jan 5, 2011

    Thanks to all. I really appreciate the read fellows; you guys are the best.

  • PSingh1990 on Jan 6, 2011

    Nice Share.

    :-)

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