anemic youth

then scour mine
this old heart
ain't meant for nights
like this
my anemic youth
been past it's prime

where you hide
too high to climb

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked and I understood the words in the poetry.
"my anemic youth
been past it's prime"
The above lines. Real places for many. Thank you Winter for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote