To Beat the Dead Horse

I write,
Existing with uncertainty,
Lacking assurance and the
Insurance to pay my dues.
A few plaguing,
Slightly tormenting thoughts,
The feeling of rot tracing
My inner core.
Dead and numb with a slight hint
Of dread.
I wander around the same
Dead horse,
Beating it from all sides,
Hoping what resides is
A ride into something distant.
But I realize I'm going to just have to walk
This path alone with the stone
In my hand to remind me
The land can be conquered,
I just have to stay true.