It\'s heartbreaking 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 façade.
I\'m galloping for
good
into the wild.