Days of Darkness

Days of Darkness

Clusters along the trails of life

Who will tell my mother

I am gay.

Who will tell my father

I quit the school.

Who will inform my wife

I found another angel.

Who will tell my daughter

She has a brother.

Who will tell my conscience

I broke his glass.

Truly, these are days of darkness

When lightening will not save

Even the righteous child

From stumbling into pits.

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