LET BE....

Don’t push me, it’s not gonna survive,
I abstain myself from the dearth of being normal, and I shall thrive.

I stink at the foul game of galore,
I can’t be myself, I am what others abhor..
I lurk in the skies, but scared to fly
I like the likes, but I dare not say why
I am cusped in the silence of lust,
Beckoned love, but you let it rust..

I held your hand, and it was a sin,
but I shall fight, till you believe in what I have been..
I belong to the truth even nature defies,
I live, I see, but my life is unharmed by your lies.

I see faces laughing and heads nodding
Insipid the thought may be, but it’s me
I don’t whine for not being like you,
Littered in your heart, I rot.... and I smile..

Don’t push me, it’s not gonna survive,
I abstain myself from the dearth of being normal, and I shall thrive…

This is a poem about homosexuality and its acceptance by the society.
Placed above is the painting by Nikolay Gay titled "Achilles Lamenting the Death of Patroclus", 1985.