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.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2024 23:12
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Comments3
Ouch. If I was a bloke, I’d gallop off too. Jars are for sweeties, not for men’s balls. Painful read. Freedom brings peace.
Thank you so much.
Great work, Thomas.
Thanks, Tom
Run free buddy... great poem...love it
Thanks, John
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