The keys to locked doors
set me free, allowing me
to traverse a life
that will not break me today,
despite micro instances of
bloodshed
behind closed eyes.
The twin chasms of
lust and betrayal
may never find
the balance
that I crave
but I put on a brave face,
open closed eyes
and look deep into
the darkened faces of my tormentors,
even as I feel my way toward illumination
by way of my blissed out cock
jutting confidently before me;
serving as my divining rod to truth,
my directional arrow,
my compass arm…
keeping me on course,
keeping me honest,
keeping me open in a world
which seeks to close my eyes forever.
Written by Jason Wright
February 27, 2019