Coming Out Poem by Rozmanshah Abdullah

The beginning
It gets inside you
Eats you out
Messed you up
Refusing to accept
Squirming
wasting
through narrow hole
Finding the point
of entry
Which has been exhaustively
applied and tried upon

Does this opening have a home?
Or is it free for any other man

Sitting while thinking
or sitting and absorbing
Closed eyes
trembling, quivering
with tinkering thoughts
that was never there
when will there be magic