I was raised in a Cage, a poem

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inMichiem, of the House of Woo, Personal Journal, PoetryTags:, , , , , ,

The walls were
most bare
during the
rare prey
seasons and
leaves long
disintegrated.

Outside my
Cage, the world
was false
and gilded.

I’m free
now,

but there
Is no one
to mate
With
because I’m
too rare:

Bisexual, non-Abrahamian,
Spiritually sexual
Black guy….

Seeks sexually needy
Sex dreamer and
Wiccan, either sex
can apply….

If there were
anyone left
I would
have hope.

Better to
die alone
than
to
live falsely
and never
fuck.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.