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Young yet Old, What the Hell?

Poetry By: The Driadoir
Gay and lesbian



Young yet Old, What the Hell? is the very first poem, I have ever wrote. I wrote it when I was 15yrs old. At 15yrs of age, I came to the stark realisation that I was Gay.

It was a very isolating and lonely time. This poem tells that story when I was growing up through my teenage years.

I was under the guidance of my mum and felt in away that she "owned" me that I was a possesion. What I mean by that is, at that age, I still hadn`t left the "nest" so to speak.

I struggled to keep up with goings on around me. Pressures from school, home life and my orientation. I was praying all the time for a solution and felt that eventually it would come but understood quickly that things wouldn`t change unless I made it happen.

I could never sleep easy or relax. I constantly felt like I was being judged and surveyed!!

Suddenly it hit me!! I asked myself "Why am I being this harsh on myself?". Their wasn`t an easy answer not one worth hearing but from that moment on, I swore I would never be so self critical and analysing.

Writing this poem helped ease my mind. Though, at the same time, I still felt insecure and vulnerable. It helped to write my feelings down and get everything off my mind. The instant weight released off my shoulders was fantastic but only lasted for just a few minutes....

Enjoy, The Driadoir.




Submitted:Oct 4, 2012    Reads: 115    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Young yet Old , What the Hell?

My, My, My,

Young an owned yet old.

Set like an alarm out of tune,

I had grown too.

How my mind races,

to keep up with present paces!

I KNEW!!!!

Life can be like a knife.

Tearing through flesh, leaving.....

broken and jagged edges behind.

Coping and hoping all the time.....

like a mime.

Though in my mind I cursed and

thought the worst.....

Why?, Why?, Why?

I said in bed,

Not yet a sleep,

nor a peep.

My inner man was awake.

For GOD`S SAKE!!!

Hustlin` and bustlin`,

like the foggy streets of Dublin!!!

"You sound and glisten like a pisten!",

a soft voice said.

He then yelled, "DONT BE HARSHFUL AND DWELL

INSTEAD ESTABLISH AND REBUILD!",

As well,

my mind dings and pings,

Like a bell.

Young yet Old, What the Hell?





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