Mud

I don't recognize my own voice, the lump in my throat grows.
My spine curves to the sharp bends in the road.

Dead end.

She won't love me forever.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When love is dead. We die too. You said enough in the short poetry. Thank you Xuru for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Xuru]

Thanks as always.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.