Home is where the heart is
crushed and torn
and paths to light are darkened
The weary road stretches out
endless and sharp
like the words of those who hurt
the words of those who heal
getting mixed up
what is pain and what is pleasure?
Animal need twisted into aberration
and left hanging, mute
in the charnel house of my mind


© W.R.R. 11/21/1995

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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