Michael turned
Once burning gold
Cast from the black
Ocean of conformity
Into just one more
Obscure, dark wave
Michael turned
The naivety of a child
Living by day
Immersed in light
Into the pale scholar –
The haunt of the ancient
Library on West Avenue
Michael turned
Every night while his
Parents screamed their hate
And he huddled in the dark
The idea of love
Into a synonym for
Despair; captivity
And Michael’s boy
Trembling in his blankets
Rosy tan and whitening
Wonders if he, too
Is destined to turn
Once burning gold
Cast from the black
Ocean of conformity
Into just one more
Obscure, dark wave
Michael turned
The naivety of a child
Living by day
Immersed in light
Into the pale scholar –
The haunt of the ancient
Library on West Avenue
Michael turned
Every night while his
Parents screamed their hate
And he huddled in the dark
The idea of love
Into a synonym for
Despair; captivity
And Michael’s boy
Trembling in his blankets
Rosy tan and whitening
Wonders if he, too
Is destined to turn
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