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.
ECLIPSe
Flowers Blooming
Birds Singing
Trees Budding
Children Laughing...Spring is Here
Wars Waging
Cities Choking
Someone’s Crying
Stuffed Men Sighing...A Busy Day
People Dying
The Sun’s Setting
Oceans Lapping
Tomorrow’s Waiting...For What?
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