A Horse Called Pride
I saw a horse
Went by the name of “Pride”
So sick inside
Prancing across the sky
Couldn’t see
Blind to reality
Figured he was all there was
Being independent
That was his confinement
Putting himself up
Laid him down
I saw that horse called pride
So sick inside
I watched it die
By: ?Roger Harkness
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This was one of the first poems I wrote. I believe I was 15 when I wrote this, which was a long time ago unfortunately.
I would say that this was a good bit of imagination, but actually, this is simply a dream I had and I wrote it down just about the way I dreampt it. I interpreted the dream to mean that pride will make you sick and die and us men unfortunately have a real problem with pride and I was to recognize this and not let it rule my life.