The Open Canvas [Poetry]

In The Lonely Hour

Why does sorrow keeps heading my way?
I am on an unreachable destination to being gay.
Being angry has become a second language.
When will I see the end of this journey?

I am caught up in my own quick sand.
I can't get a grip on that helping hand.
The musky mud is making it hard to see.
I can't seem to find a way out.

I am evidently on my own.
All that surrounds me, yet I feel alone.
My mind is impregnated by my fears.
I am trapped in the waves of my own thoughts.

No one knows the truth that lies.
The pain that is hidden behind these eyes.
I held on to those feelings like a vice grip.
Squeezing the life out of me.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone cares.
Will they be there to wipe away the tears.
I am drowning in my own gloom.
Gasping for air as the waves keep pulling me under.