Note: The following is one of several poems I found on a website geared to gay and lesbian youth that I liked very much way back in 1996. As I have started rebuilding the blog, I want to include these poems. I tried unsuccessfully to contact the poets for their permission. If this is your poem, I would love to hear from you.
by Jennifer, age 18

Its callused fingers, numb to any feeling,
tighten around my neck.
Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing,
choking every bit of myself out of me
draining my heart dry.
Drip, drip, drip.
Its darkness envelopes my life,
ruins my eyes,
beats my mind,
keeps me from seeing what I
want to see.
I can't see my life
leaving me,
but I feel it dying.
The darkness cannot take away
my feelings. I try to open the
door--to let some light in, but
if I'm not bold,
I can't. I have to be bold.
I'm not bold.
Desperate, desperate, desperate.
I need the light.
I gag on my own tongue,
with these murdering fingers,
fingers of darkness,
choking fingers.
Let go, let go, let go.

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