Chasing Horses

About a troubled friend. Written for class before I found out he'd died.

He's out chasing horses
skin so cool and slick with sweat
each step crushing years of regret
The adrenaline pumping

He places a wager
each race more deadly than the last
heart torn from sins of the past
And he will never win

He lies awake in bed
eyes rolled shut and arm strapped tight
mind searching for new insight
Sleep will not come easy

He's out chasing horses
affections ever broken
from all the lies he's spoken
To flee the emptiness