The Dilemma of Homosexuality

Wondering why....

Who knows what tomorrow brings to these two souls lost in the middle of trying to keep the dark to engulf…darkness in the night covers them with uncertain outcomes to whatever their eyes may see in the breezing morn…

 

Hours in the breadth of time remain calm to pass by, as the two persist the strength of the wind smashing each cheek with a mark of warn…traversing in the unknown creek and swampy land, footsteps leap with achy attempts to move far… puny arms disguise to sway with the spirit to fight the hampering bushes along the narrow paths…

 

All in the horizon offers a glance of hope as the two try to cope with the night’s monsters without armor… all they got is just a single trust clinging on their hearts, both strong yet flimsy to last…

 

A projection of passion passes through a mirage as seen afar… it’s a mirror of anticipating the sun to come out… however, steps ongoing seem to have the hard time to reach the light… puzzling it may seem, but truth sounds revealing – that hours and minutes pass by unmindful of the length these two souls have been overcoming…

 

Each bosom gets throttled by the idea that sways ahead sprinkling the spelled out truths over pouring- that each arm is tied to each other’s, irrevocably sworn before the forces of nature the breath of such thing, may be sweet may be bitter… love!

 

Several questions flowed out into the river as the current splashes the answers towards the land filled with leaves covering what has been conveyed, whether reality or nightmare…they both don’t have a single idea why things exist without a hint on what to believe and turn away from.

 

The question is when? When can these souls find an asylum so the world won’t be cursing them of alleged immoral acts which are all despising thoughts.

 

The dilemma continues as long as the couple is engulfed with inevitable hurting truths, and at the same time – beyond one’s tolerance.

 

 

We may wonder what tomorrow may appear like…

We may ask what good is it we get from being true, though uncertain…

We may even ponder ‘bout how things creep into our well-being…

It’s just that sometimes we think it’s how our fate was meant to invite us into...

 

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