Drops
To what do I owe this gift, my friend?
This betrayed emotion floods through my veins.
It strikes my heart, kills my soul.
The flood gates to the eternal darkness have been opened.
My heart beats slower and slower each day.
To what do I owe this gift, this death?
This misplaced trust that cost me everything,
My life, my happiness, my sanity.
You cannot realize the entirety of the pain that consumes me each day.
The spite, the malace, the undenyable hatred that oozes from bigots.
They must understand that I am more than the sum of my attractions.
They MUST LEARN to see me as a person stead of a thing.
But, they cannot. I have failed.
Now, I sit here and cry as the tears slowly stain my face.
The saddness numbing me beyond the point of return.
The sweet caress is gone.
The love is gone out of this place.
This place known as my heart has never known love.
Never known the touch of joy.
And it never will.