Deanbn1990 Posted April 13, 2010 Report Share Posted April 13, 2010 BLOT on the LANDSCAPE People say I'm lucky where I reside Rolling hills and ancient tress frame my view. Cows sleepily make milk in grasslands wide, Spider webs glint with jewels of morning dew. Air clean, no noise of cars, pollution free; Swift silver streams diamond studded dancing. A rolling vista, multi-hued I see Sparse spread cosy homes the scene enhance. I love this land, as boy I roamed it free On foot, by bike, adventures in my mind. To swim a river, climb a massive tree; To fight and vanquish demons of all kinds. But now in vain I look for solace there. I look for secret places where I can hide. In circles wander; try to loose my care, But this demon I can't fight, it's inside. In countryside so peaceful, I know well, I walk for miles, never loose my way. But all the time I take my living hell That growing cancer telling me I'M GAY! No lepers bell, but hatred all the same, Afraid to say; afraid to live a lie. Those secret places where I played a game Now serve again, this time a place to die. Where is the boy who laughed and dragons slew, Who loved his life, met hope with open arms? Now hated himself, fears living if they knew A dirty secret replaced a boyish charm. Not normal, pervert, shouldn't be allowed A place in hell reserved for those who dare. On Earth alone, yes even in a crowd Perhaps it's time he took his place down there. Quote Link to comment
Join the conversation
You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.