The Guilty Horse

Who's clip-clopped through my dreams?

Who's clod-hopped on my hopes?

I had hopes. Big hopes. High hopes.
Who's rough-shod rode over my dreams
and hopes?

I try not to listen.

I cover my ears.

I don't want to hear the sadness
in the voice

the sorrow in the words.

I know what I've done.

It was me.
I did those things.

And I'm sorry.

I will dream