Struggle

from the depths of a breaking heart

My life is bad,
and I am sad,
for nothing seems to go my way.
As I get old,
my life gets cold,
I swear it's hard to be a gay.


My head just hurts;
it feels like dirt.
My life's as bad as bad can be.
My back's in pain;
it's such a strain
~ I swear my spine's as straight as me.

This guy named Trump
is such a grump.
I swear I want him gone and out.
He's mean and rude,
a silly dude . . .
he makes me want to scream and shout.

I want to run
to places fun
where I can find a lovely wife;
instead, I'm here
~ a lonely queer.
There's nothing straight about my life

Author's Note

I love constructive criticism!

Reviews

[Layla]

Wow, your rhyming is spot-on. This is heartfelt and flows nicely. By this poem alone, I can tell that you're brilliant and talented ... I hope you post more.
Criticism: Replace "to places fun" with "to somewhere fun." Also "hurts" and "dirt" isn't a true rhyme.

[Re-Pete]

an honest, sad write. we all struggle as humans. things change. this too shall pass.