"Condonation"

Forgive me of my malaise,
For it keeps me up all night;
Don't think that I enjoy it
Or don't put up a fight;
I hate it with undying passion
And distrust its evil ways;
There's no way I'd ever take lighty
Its lingering, hellish rays;
Still I have a weapon,
It's all under control;
As long as I'm alone
In this desolate hole;
But without this holy ringing
Booming in my ear
I'm afraid of being
Torn by fear
And of being destroyed
By the things that I hear
And of seeing the things
That happen so near
And of drowning in a sea
Of my own salty tears
And of being classified
The typical queer
Dear
Sure, I need help
And I need it fast
But it doesn't change the fact
That sanctity won't last.

Adrienne Helms (nothingfancy@juno.com)