Quiet Poetry Lounge : i cried...

[baller]

I Cried…​

I could not see​

…Could not feel​

The misty clouds​

And pouring showers​

Occupying​

My​

Creative brain cells​

As left and right swells fell down on me​

Freefalling liquids creeping over​

Late-night moistened cheeks​

Mentally screaming​

“Speak to me”​

I cried.​

Not tears of sorrow​

Nor great joy​

But tears of emptiness​

…That alone(li)ness employs​

And​

…Pain​

Yes…​

There was pain​

My alone(li)ness​

Cried​

Out​

In agony​

Neither​

Salutations​

Nor weak explanations​

Could comfort me​

I wept the cleansing fluids ​

Of a​

Forgiving nation​

Its…genteel relations​

Reaching out to thee​

That peace might someday be ​

I cried the healing floods ​

Of compassion and love​

In darkness’ wake​

To rise above the deceptions of man​

I cried thousand year old tears​

That crossed the many fears​

My years have brought me​

…The lessons life has taught me​

I cried heartache​

And misery​

All the TIME you wouldn’t give me​

The rumors and hear-say that​

“O, Father, help me,”​

I prayed through​

I cried​

I cried out moments of pain​

Without the benefit of gain​

And the abundance of rain I’ve been through​

That accompanied the hurt that came​

Over and over ​

Again​

I cried​

I cried my ancestors cry​

When they wept prayers to die​

After lifetimes of abuse endured​

Prayed that “strange fruit” might take them…For good​

And every mile-long inch of their step​

That left them weeping​

…Praying for help​

I cried for the blood they so profusely bled​

And every harsh word anyone may have said​

That cut like whips across scar-worn backs​

For the hope that drove them to react​

…A safe act​

I cried​

Dabbing​

At my face​

With frills and lace​

Rubbing and scrubbing​

Trying to wipe away the taste​

Of​

Yesterday​

When morning came​

I smiled my acceptance of new beginnings​

Sending the miseries of yesterday’s sinning ​

Along their miserable way​

That void…filled with the ocean of tears​

That yesterday rained down on me​

For, now, I see​

Clearly​

The things of old​

I cry (some mo’).​

 

[$$RICH$$]

man this was awesome

 

[baller]

$$RICHMAN$$ thanks for reading...and responding.

 

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I Cried…​

I could not see​

…Could not feel​

The misty clouds​

And pouring showers​

Occupying​

My​

Creative brain cells​

As left and right swells fell down on me​

Freefalling liquids creeping over​

Late-night moistened cheeks​

Mentally screaming​

“Speak to me”​

I cried.​

Not tears of sorrow​

Nor great joy​

But tears of emptiness​

…That alone(li)ness employs​

And​

…Pain​

Yes…​

There was pain​

My alone(li)ness​

Cried​

Out​

In agony​

Neither​

Salutations​

Nor weak explanations​

Could comfort me​

I wept the cleansing fluids ​

Of a​

Forgiving nation​

Its…genteel relations​

Reaching out to thee​

That peace might someday be ​

I cried the healing floods ​

Of compassion and love​

In darkness’ wake​

To rise above the deceptions of man​

I cried thousand year old tears​

That crossed the many fears​

My years have brought me​

…The lessons life has taught me​

I cried heartache​

And misery​

All the TIME you wouldn’t give me​

The rumors and hear-say that​

“O, Father, help me,”​

I prayed through​

I cried​

I cried out moments of pain​

Without the benefit of gain​

And the abundance of rain I’ve been through​

That accompanied the hurt that came​

Over and over ​

Again​

I cried​

I cried my ancestors cry​

When they wept prayers to die​

After lifetimes of abuse endured​

Prayed that “strange fruit” might take them…For good​

And every mile-long inch of their step​

That left them weeping​

…Praying for help​

I cried for the blood they so profusely bled​

And every harsh word anyone may have said​

That cut like whips across scar-worn backs​

For the hope that drove them to react​

…A safe act​

I cried​

Dabbing​

At my face​

With frills and lace​

Rubbing and scrubbing​

Trying to wipe away the taste​

Of​

Yesterday​

When morning came​

I smiled my acceptance of new beginnings​

Sending the miseries of yesterday’s sinning ​

Along their miserable way​

That void…filled with the ocean of tears​

That yesterday rained down on me​

For, now, I see​

Clearly​

The things of old​

I cry (some mo’).​

Brother Poet baller,

Great piece of artistry here. I felt every word..saw the ancestors...together they and I both wept. And I weep "some mo'" Graceful and heart-filled. Thank you for writing and sharing this piece.

 

[baller]

alone(li)ness creates a void that causes us to look at all the sorrowful things life has to offer...and to wallow in them. in doing so, we cry...until we grow (sick and) tired of crying. when the crying is over, we share our pain with other...until the healing process is over...and we can move forward. i've wandered that sad and lonely road many times. i have relived its misery just as often. occasionally, i share it with others.

the river floweth.