The Little Horse

There was a little horse by the river. It laid down and thought , “I am young and I sit by the river all day” “I used to go for jolly rides with my master but I hurt my foot and now I have to sit by the river and watch the waves rise and…

Anger

Punch a rough wall with thorns, Feel the pain, Let your fingers bleed As the roughness bruises your hand the thorns pierce you Digging deeper into your vessels It’s like injecting poison Into your very own mind It’s deadly, yet you do itÂ