Mandy's Poems

Things are dragging on
When will we give up and let go?
Let go of this charade, this masquerade?
How many times must we beat this horse
before we realize it's dead?
How long must I drain before I'm empty?
Swinging from a horse's tail,
We'll fall below
if we don't let go.
Shall I be buried beneath this corpse?
Shall I claw at the walls in vain?
Will I let go?
Give up?