The rodeo has just begun.
I'm already hurt.
Thousand bulls after me
I, the target of their sharp horns meaning harm and
harm only.
The Mind reasons out two thousand horns in all.
Fright, helplessness, frustration
Weakening feet, limp limbs
Fear ball right in my throat.
Just a dim light far ahead.
Two thousand horns in close-up, in one frame
Ready to cut through anything
Even love, truth and faith.
A sense of futility puts off the dying hopes.
I stop.
It should be pain!
A hard lump of an unknown emotion
Bruised feelings, buried beliefs and a burden of
desires
A severe damage to pride and faith
Where is all the fairness gone?

Dreams still cherish the unreal past
And relish the impossible future!
Nights are painful, days more so!
The dreams will come back anytime
Day or night to eat me out - bit by bit!