Black Poetry : ~~~Slave~~~

[angelicsage]

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 silece.
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-adulturated and a complete
fool...
Seems I've fallen prey to a
master called Affection.

Copyright 2004
PropheticNsyght

what can I say, that I haven't said
a thousand times over...
you know how I view your Nsyght

Absolutely Divine...
I think I'm slave to something too...your poetry...

 

[PropheticNsyght]

what can I say, that I haven't said
a thousand times over...
you know how I view your Nsyght

Absolutely Divine...
I think I'm slave to something too...your poetry...

Sage, you never fail to make me feel brighter than sunshine and you always cause me to re-evaluate myself as a poet and discover new and interesting ways to promote my work, for that I'm greatful beyond compare. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

 

[ASHANTA]

Spoken words of a true warrior truth shall not be silence