Death is on its way.
I wait riddled with pain
that medications somehow
seem to elude.
Weight now what I did in Junior High,
frail as that eleven year old that met his cousins
at the public pool and was unmercifully teased
about his sexuality in front of everyone.
I wait for death reliving my life,
remembering trying to figure out
why things were the way they were?
Blaming everyone but me.
Still the original problem
..
..
