Were it possible
just to stand outside your house
and scream, 'I LOVE YOU!'-
but your heart would hear-
risking the perils of the night
into the darkest parts of the forest
to release my futile plea
to the universe...
the overflow of emotion
too much to bear-
as if one could withstand
the fury of an angered volcano
by will alone!
Neither can I contain my desolation.
It is a raw wound from a jagged blade
dipped in spite and prejudice...
bathing my soul in acid-
Thus, the only ones
to perceive my agonized cries
are they who will never hurt me-
Nature and all her kin...
and God, whose Heart breaks with me.
Nay that the world should be burdened
with my sorrow!
Who am I, after all?
I am no one