Out Of The Closet, I Am Free... Poem by Antonio Liao

the pain could only gain, the wound that locks
my emotional hysteria, as the sleepless night
glance my window down the slippery road of my
command

grave in the deep inside my dream and hear,
the sad sudden sound of my ghastly teeth of the
holocaust of my midnight rest, don’t you find the
finest cloth of my fly; please release my bright
shadow and live my flourishing side in your heart

freedom now bright my eyes and see the dreaming
light, up in the closet that the water flows and say
goodbye, imagine all the passing transgressor, as
they live in the field of the waiting world of fancy,
whose grip wonders into the soul of immature cell

dust comes in the sudden and hidden wind, as it
say, come and thou shall not return to the dust and
fly inside my wings. letting it end my life, so I say
got and got always in my life

dust ruing my closet, and running water fills my
thirst, oh! so special hmmnnnn...

“a poem dedicated to all my Lesbian and Homosexual;
Brothers and Sisters'.....Third Sex.....