Christopher Michael, gay, gay poetry

Who Shall I Be?

The Truth
 
1
I hate hearing the truth
the truth that dispels lies
I feed myself to keep this story alive
when the truth shits all over me
alone now, harken to his words
follow his example
lest I further make a fool of myself
clear as a sober addict’s mind can be, free as
obsession allows, releasing today this
swearing allegiance to something never true
these words that dispel and release upon this page
 
2
trapped inside yesterday’s head
a prison dwelling, white walls, gray-painted floor
trapped by what was, jails and institutions, the past:
destroyed memories left behind, oh yes
leave behind the adult dreams, should have been
never will be
confined to the now
becomes beauty in retrospect
today lived minutes at a time
forget love, forget its deceits
joys or follies, concentrate on this moment
clear, sharp as the sound of your finger
running the rim of a crystal bowl, a
monotonous clear piercing sound reminding
now is all there is

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