I have compassion for the plight of the homosexual
The sadness of a beaten life weighs always heavy on
a heart as mine, a heart that is often drawn to
the consolation of the outcasts and misfits of humanity
Beaten in grade school, mocked in higher learning and
a drifter in adulthood, I have skirted the edges
of existence, aching and sore and yearning
Everyone needs an ear, whether that ear hears anything or not
and the lonely among us need it most…
In my travels, I have often come to learn that the deserted
are
the most brilliant
the most compassionate
the most pure among the masses
Please,
love the lost…
we all, at some point in our lives
find ourselves stranded
staring into an abyss
thoroughly mocked
and utterly alone
af
(written with pen on paper)
Beautiful, Anthony! Thank you!
Of Course…
I wish more people would just stop and care for a moment…Practice what ya preach, ya know?