The Starved Horse My heart hurts because I am not loved. I wish I could fly away just like a dove. My tail no longer swishes back and forth. I have lost everything that I was worth. I am too skinny and too weak to care. Something that no-one should ever have to bear. Maybe I will get fed today. Why am I teasing myself this way? I know I will not get food or water. To my owner I am just a bother. They might love me I try to think. Nicer thoughts I try to seek. Today I will lay down in the mud. Fall asleep and never wake up.