Black Poetry : ~~~Slave~~~

[PropheticNsyght]

When did I start to loose it?

When did I start to loose my grip on
reality.

My mind ran circles and
I completely lost it.
I became slave to it.
Yes, it shocked me, I mean
after 400 years of slavery,
I'm still a slave to something.

Rain falls and
the inner walls of my heart
scream for some type of freedom.
Like a tragic opera staged
with the absence of sound.
I live my life like a 1920's silent film;
all dramatic expressions but no words...

No words, just silence.
My permed hair blows in my view.
Can't really see,
don't really know where to begin
don't really know where to end.
Snowfall and rainfall
and I’m still the same...
Still captive to this thing.
How do I explain it?
How do I put it in words?

My grips on reality is gone.
Call me foolish,
Call me un-adulterated and a complete
fool...
Seems I've fallen prey to a
master called Affection.

Copyright 2004
PropheticNsyght

 

[watzinaname]

Masterful, this was. I particularly loved these lines:
"I live my life like a 1920's silent film;
all dramatic expressions but no words..."
And the ending...I had no idea that's where you would end up. Great piece poet.

 

[MADDRAPPER]

this was all right but let me drop a little knowledge in here

On earth fakes double just to make trouble best take rubble
And build defense barriers and become dense carriers cuddled
With the word

 

[nabraska]

This piece was a whole lot better than just alright!! It was SUPER-TIIIGHHT!!

So keep doing your thing you got some good flava!!

 

[deepy]

twas a wonderful piece...and the entire paragraph that starts
"rainfalls and the innerwalls of my heart scream for freedom......to..
....... all dramatic expressions and no words" really masterful..
I am still thinking about the last word Affection...
fab..thanks for sharing it.