I’m rewriting my script almost daily
While dealing with writers block
And putting out of my mind
What my heart holds on to
The wheeler-dealer is dead
Self-centeredness is alive and
Refusing to admit to the theft
Of a life that left ‘it’ behind
Or taught ‘it’ more than
Was originally intended.
I’m getting a tad crazed in the boonies
And my life has become a collision course
Without any assurance of continued
Physical, mental health; dancing with
Hope and fear after a hasty departure
Brought me down, down, down
I never wanted to ‘do’ anything
But ‘be there’ for you because
You loved me so much. Who are you?
Where are you? It’s not just
A ‘gay thing’, it’s a single, without
Thing that brings me to tears
And the next chapter or scene.
That ‘death wish’ keeps getting sidetracked
By passionate recall: Welcomed, expected,
Bought and paid for, written off
It all depends on strength and a view
Oh I’m hear/there all right, but for who?
2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem