Thoughts of a Single Man
Bad Religion - Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man
He keeps walking as the rain pours down on him
with no diagram to where he is going at all.
Though he can still recall
the ache of his breaking heart
and the sound it made when it was shattered.
Trying so hard to pretend that none of this matters.
He can only be himself
so he still could not hide the way he felt,
yet the desires that he has surely are said
to cast him into the fire,
damned in the banishment of a realm below.
The place where only dark souls go
Why does it have to be so?
He cannot turn on his emotions like a switch in the night
and if he speaks on his feelings
he will be banned from heavens blessed light.
Is loving another man so dam wrong
when it is the way he has felt all his life?
They said it was just a phase,
that he could just turn the page,
and become one of the sum who has a family and wife.
Some words are like weapons
and cut deeper than any stabbing steak knife.
Hiding behind the mask accepted by society,
the futile disguise that he wears to keep himself hidden,
these feelings so forbidden,
from the angels above and their prying eyes.
He hails a cab and slips into the back seat
making squishing sounds with his damp wet feet
and asks the driver if he wouldn't mind
hearing the woes of a stranger.
He feels his soul is in danger.
For love not returned is like a death sentence to him
but it is said to be a love that will make him burn
in the furnaces and searing seas of Satan's swimming sin.
When was the last time he smiled?
Now that is just a faded memory he carries within.
At a red light he glances at a church on the corner,
wishing he could go inside and feel a little warmer,
and pray out loud and scream and release his voice.
That would be so nice.
Rather than a life lived once, twice, and thrice.
He asks himself why and as the cab begins to pull off
he hangs his head and quietly cries,
inhales then exhales, and releases a heaving sigh,
as he peers through the stained foggy pane
up into the blackened sky.
Still not really too concerned at the moment
where he is about to be driven,
he just writes two words in the circle of his warm breath,
the testament that he left for his God to see,
the one that sets his searching soul free…..
' bad religion'.
Thoughts of a Single man 2012 tm
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