I wrote this odd poem when I was 14 years old. Though devoutly christian, I saw the future very bleakly. I knew I was gay, and there was nothing I could do about it. I have to remain virgin; live my life doing the Lord's work and pleasing the church; then die and go to hell -- never to know intimate love with another human being --- a man.
Children Laughing...Spring is Here
Stuffed Men Sighing...A Busy Day
The Sun’s Setting
Tomorrow’s Waiting...For What?