Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by TotalView, Sep 20, 2011.
At the end what seem unreal is and thy heart is true to oneself
AndThough, I gatherI’m not the one to sayWhat matters…Not the one to discussThe longingsAnd LonelinessOf the heartOrThe holesWe find ourselves inI feel the painOf your PEACEAnd theIll at easeOf this diseaseCalledNothingnessThe numbnessEncompassing the wholeAttacking the soulForcing us to FoldBut we must hold (on)For the newDAWN
I hear you, $$RICH$$
Brother Poet baller,
You are an exquisite writer and a compassionate soul. Thank you for this, my friend. I truly appreciate your words.
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