The Drive He wages a battle within, his heart and his soul, worse then any ride he's had on any bull. His body pushes the ending, but his heart wont let go, and if he walks away now, his pride will never know. So he wages another battle, as he straddles another bull, workin to fill the urges that cause his heart to pull. He suffers through his injuries, because he can live with the pain, and push back all his emotions, till he can cry in the rain. He's to far gone in memories to ever understand that the battle that he fights cant be won by  just one man. He hold's onto the past, and his friends that rode before, not wanting to walk away or close heavens door. He hangs on alittle to tightly to keep from going insane, Riding for every cowboy Thats ever died in Vain. Jenn LaRose Back to home Back to poem list