Charioteer

Tiziana Arnone
1 min readAug 11, 2019

free verse

Mass start of the Ironman Barcelona
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Sorry,

but inside me

I feel like failed.

My charioteer

is dragged with haughtiness

by the black horse.

The white one remains silent,

not able enough

at taking over.

Sometimes I thought

the horse was white,

but the black one was flouting me

with falling crumbs

and merciful concessions.

Where do I go

now

I should know

where to

stay?

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Tiziana Arnone
Tiziana Arnone

Written by Tiziana Arnone

“I write what I couldn’t tell anyone”. writer. poet, observer. Relationship. Parenting. Personal Growth. Enchanted with life. Thin Skin/amazon.com

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