SONNET TO A DEAR FRIEND
Alone amid a thousand men like me,
Beyond restraining fence I spy the geese,
Intent upon their nest they do not see
Or care about a man who knows no peace.
Tormented by the demons of this world,
Pretending that they serve a higher cause,
While hiding from plain sight tails sharp and curled,
Unwilling to reveal dark fangs and claws.
I shout the truth yet no one hears my voice,
Except the few who dare to be my friend,
Who like wild geese decide to make a choice
To stand against all foes until the end.
The precious few remaining through the night
Give hope that sorrows end and wrong made right.
A SONNET FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT CARE
Like Jeremiah waking in the pit,
To find himself mired deeply in man’s dung,
Surrounded by a darkness barely lit
My ladder to the surface lacks a rung.
I cry to passersby above for bread,
May someone suffer pity on my plight,
Instead they dump more refuse on my head,
With no regard or care for what is right.
Those selfsame ones shout with indignation,
O’er matters that they feel a major wrong,
They bow to false gods in supplication,
And offer sacrifices for a song.
Perhaps they’ll toss a bucket to be mean,
By mischief I may drink and yet be clean.
THE MAN INSIDE: A SONNET
You’ve never known me outside these fences,
Who was that young man who drew so much ire
From pointing fingers singing in the choir,
Whose accusations offended senses?
You’ve known me only in captivity,
An artificial world they created,
Where men lie with men and live sedated,
Repressing ev’ry sensitivity.
I am not the man I was or will be,
Neither saint nor evil sinner they claimed,
Who could be such a beast, cruel and untamed,
And cover ev’ry trace so completely?
I am the man you know and nothing more;
I’ll be no different outside that door.