Off into the sunset …

44.          Two Roads

There’s mud and grime from my toes to knees,
Arms are scratched and my trousers torn
My hand is sore from the stings of bees,
Last place I stopped was rife with fleas
And now I just wish I wasn’t born.

My blistered heels are a bloody mess,
Ribs are bruised where I slipped and fell,
And where I am is […]