Black Poetry : Lonely That Cried In Darkness

[ASHANTA]

Lonely That Cried In Darkness
By Jacqueline Amos



Oh who are thou who cries beyond the dark,
Thy heart that searches for the soul,
that continues to lean toward the dark.
Oh thy lonely the mystery of thou self.
I find discontentment when I am a lone.
I sit upon the night repressing the empty inside.
Why Oh Why is this majestic,
of a emotions tears me inside?

I ask of thee the torture I feel,
Is it lonely? are is it not knowing,
one that lives within.
Repression of a forgotten heart,
Why do I fear to reach out?
When there is no lonely, I run in hide.
I cry the sounds of the sparrow,
when the dove surrounds my head.


Love thy self the doves sings,
as the sparrow sits in gloom,
Know thy self the dove speaks in silences,
as the sparrow continues to cry the same sound
. Spirits of freedom awaits you at your inner door.

The sparrow sits an mopes,
as the dove sings the songs of rejoice.
Validation comes with self,
As the dove flaps its wings,
Rise in the name of self.
The sparrow runs away.

Copywriter 2000

 

[$$RICH$$]

on the wingz of doves .....beautiful flow !

 

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had to bring this one back up !!

 

[1poetsought]

Lonely That Cried In Darkness
By Jacqueline Amos



Oh who are thou who cries beyond the dark,
Thy heart that searches for the soul,
that continues to lean toward the dark.
Oh thy lonely the mystery of thou self.
I find discontentment when I am a lone.
I sit upon the night repressing the empty inside.
Why Oh Why is this majestic,
of a emotions tears me inside?

I ask of thee the torture I feel,
Is it lonely? are is it not knowing,
one that lives within.
Repression of a forgotten heart,
Why do I fear to reach out?
When there is no lonely, I run in hide.
I cry the sounds of the sparrow,
when the dove surrounds my head.


Love thy self the doves sings,
as the sparrow sits in gloom,
Know thy self the dove speaks in silences,
as the sparrow continues to cry the same sound
. Spirits of freedom awaits you at your inner door.

The sparrow sits an mopes,
as the dove sings the songs of rejoice.
Validation comes with self,
As the dove flaps its wings,
Rise in the name of self.
The sparrow runs away.

Copywriter 2000

Fabulous writer, she.