Trapped... There's no where to run, no where to hide
Defiance and anger surge like wild stallions filled with rage inside
The woods aren't safe, but I wish I could run deep within them
I feel at any second my emotions may explode again
The stallion's thundering hooves pound as fast as my heart
We have so much in common, I don't know where to start
The blackness of their silhouettes matches that of my mood
Their fiery tempers are like my attitude
Also their muscles, rippling and powerful, represent my will
I won't back down, I have honor to fulfil
Therefore, when I am trapped I shall hold my head high and fight
Until I am again free, like the stallions running through the night
~"Trapped", a poem written by me a few years back. Very proud of this one. ^^~
