Why Beat a Dead Horse?

Why Beat a Dead Horse?

Everything around me is blurry, I can’t seem to focus my eyes;

Steaks of color move in lines so quickly, I must be heading for my demise.

I feel the chill of the wind blowing hard upon my face;

As pressure builds inside my stomach, the voices around me vanish without a trace.

I clear my mind, close my eyes and my body goes completely numb,

I think for a second, wow, it’s over and I’m finally done.

No more laughter, no more hate, No more tears, no more pain.

No more evil, no more hurt, No more bullies to drive me insane.

Finally, the time has come,

I won’t have to watch miserably as everyone else has all the fun.

Suddenly, my vision starts to focus, and the lines around me become clear;

That’s when I realized I had been falling the whole time, and the ground was near.

I tense up and brace myself for impact but it's too late;

I smack the ground hard and fast as it’s now my only fate.

Everything around me stops and I can’t hear any sounds;

Darkness takes over my eyes, I get dizzy and my heart begins to pound.

Where am I? What just happened to me? I think as I lay still;

Am I dead, alive, or is any of this even real?

My mind sizzles and slowly reality sneaks its way back in,

Like a deadly snake slithering toward me to fill me back full of sin.

As it gets close, I start to shake and let out a bloodcurdling scream!

Please! Someone, come help me kill this serpent and release me from this horrible dream!!

A sharp hot pain slides across my chest as the snake makes his first attack;

Immediately he draws back and hits me four more times across my already broken back.

I gasp for air, as my blood pours out fast,

Panic sinks in while I start wondering how much longer I’m gonna last.

Why did he have to do this while I was already on the ground?

Instead of helping me get up, he decided to keep beating me while I was down.

This doesn’t make any sense, What does he have to gain?

He must be a sicko that marvels at other people’s pain.

How can he stand above me like he’s never done anything wrong?

Cast a judging eye upon me, criticizing me like lyrics to a shitty song.

I’ve always been told that “People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones,”

And “Only real Kings and Queens should sit upon a throne…”

“Or judge a book by its cover, even if it’s torn up and old…”

“Because the road to redemption is never simple nor paved in gold.”

By Nicole Poston