Chained

Time to reveal to those who are blind,
not in anger but paid in kind,
life is hard and unforgiving,
half of me chained in a place where I ought not to be living.

Faith is hard to keep intact,
when only half, a lie, is a scene to act,
chained is the half where time is for song,
released is the world where I surely don't belong.

A mind constrained where half is locked without a key,
pleased with the thoughts I give to thee,
I hath some problems say it ain't so,
a world where sadness is to be left alone.

A life without care is one of sadness and grief,
meetings with others now are impromptu and brief,
days are short and half is hidden in sleeves,
left to rot with the falling of autumn leaves.

Half is where I live as a lover of men,
left hidden in the dark with the evil condemned,
why not all appear with a liberated compassion?
A lover to all whose tears cannot reach heaven.

The other half rises with the soaring of the moon,
where darkness overtakes and sight becomes entombed,
I look to each new day with the rising of the sun,
I look with new hope and these chains be undone.

I tire at the struggle where I yearn to break free,
emancipation with a flag to drape over me,
I look to all with compassion and liberty,
rising with my soul to the standards of nobility.
I plead to you with a rallying call,
to help me for without thee, I fall.