It's heart breaking and
raining in my soul.
Love isn't enough.
It's a swamp in
her heart,
mold, mildew, decay.
She wants my balls in
a jar.
a gelded pony to pet.
I'll always be
a stallion.
The fields are
my home,
not her fenced
in facade.
I'm galloping for
good
into the wild.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem. Thanks for sharing.