Their Thoughts

Spiralling

Out of control

They cascade 

down this dark canvas

Overturned

Ricochet  

against the depths of despair

And lurk

Lurk behind the closing door

no rhyme or reason

can justify their

hat- red 

for race

for gender

for sexuality…

…differences

of being

For they are the prism

Stuck behind the kaleidoscope of their own colourless thoughts

The cage

They refuse to open 

To allow invitation

into the land of freedom of expression

for they keep schtum 

Afraid to run

To free- dom

Fear to be anything but ‘normal’
Staid
Relay the hate with speech

The future generations’ realisation 

(Plural)

is needed to not be

oppressed and overturned with overtones of

regret

For all the things that they could be

that they should be 

That they would- have- been. 

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I’m your friend she protested

As she supplied my tears with the little emotion she invested

I’m sorry I repeated

As she lied and cheated

And tore me apart

Right down to my achey breaky heart

 

I’m sorry was all he could yell

As he heard my heart knell

For the sorrow he caused

And the way our love paused

Bitter minus the sweet

When a lover and friend meet

And for you don’t exist

To make their lust twist

As they fondle and laugh

Ignorant of the sound as your heart halves

And thirds

And quarters

There’ll be no breaking of waters

Or ring on the finger

We cannot linger

In this not so humble abode

We once called a home

 

Just me on my own

Strong although lone

Like a wolf in the night

Let the moon be my sight

 

But I’m blessed to be surrounded by family and friends

Who’ve helped my heart mend

Who’ll stick by me till the end

And never part ways

Till the ends of our days

 

And to God up above, and all around

I throw my hands up in praise, unbound

 

And you, what have you got?

Was it worth throwing in your lot?

 

For I am happy; I am safe; I am free

And I am being me, me, me