In The Closet… Black

My life’s in the closet,
Not down the tubes…
For I refuse to look into
that proverbial mirror,
of disappointments, of
lies, of satisfactions,
that really were defeats…
From that closet, I’ll speak…

I carry the weight of my
generation, Who’s Lost…
clowning and wilding around,
We’re not found… to be of
any self-worth, From birth
we had no direction… In God
we trust, No reflections of
our struggles and loss…
In this closet, Vanity’s boss…

With inconsistencies of life,
bearing down like a Tsunami…
The chaos of men and strife
eats us alive with ease…
Eager to please those of destruction,
We function without feeling…
A Raging Inferno, touting
“I’m Bad”… We’re sad and out
of control, Lost sheep from a
strange fold… Who don’t want to
do right? “Children of the Night”
For their closets, shun all Light…

Copyright © March 6, 2010  ~  T.G.