Black Poetry : untitled pain

[NittyGrit]

I fight alone
against my thoughts
while wrestling nightmares
and dreams
i sift through my shattered emotions
trying to get to God's feet

i stare at 4 lonely walls
that haunt me with this empty feeling
that God don't answer my prayers
cause they don't get passed the ceiling
if they make it to heaven
why won't he send me a blessing
instead he punishes me
abundantly
for not learning lessons
that he was trying to teach

my grandmama cried and preached
but I'm hard headed
and embedded
in my love for the streets
I feed off the concrete
my appetite is dustruction
call me a stone cold sinner
cause baby i'm out here hustlin'

i came from nothing
so I'm humble
I've been humilated for years
I was baptized in the fire
and christened by my mama's tears

so aint nothing you can tell me
the story has been told
and I don't need advice
or sympathy
just pray
for
my
soul

 

[asimplepoet]

I'm already praying for your soul
If you'd pemit me to be so bold
For I understand the street's hold
When it's call outweighs your control
Resisitng for a season but in the end you fold
For your life is truly my story being rehased & retold
The remenants of my past life are just now getting cold
For this new lifestyle has not yet had time to grow old
And I am not truly sure that I am completly sold
For this programming has yet to reset my mold
For the streets run deep down in my inner soul

 

[watzinaname]

Join us in prayer dear poet, I know it seems as though prayers go unanswered, but sometimes just when you give up the blessing occurs. The pain is surely felt within your words. Peace.

 

[$$RICH$$]

within da prayer surely it will be answered hold faith

 

[HODEE]

I fight alone
against my thoughts
while wrestling nightmares
and dreams
i sift through my shattered emotions
trying to get to God's feet

i stare at 4 lonely walls
that haunt me with this empty feeling
that God don't answer my prayers
cause they don't get passed the ceiling
if they make it to heaven
why won't he send me a blessing
instead he punishes me
abundantly
for not learning lessons
that he was trying to teach

my grandmama cried and preached
but I'm hard headed
and embedded
in my love for the streets
I feed off the concrete
my appetite is dustruction
call me a stone cold sinner
cause baby i'm out here hustlin'

i came from nothing
so I'm humble
I've been humilated for years
I was baptized in the fire
and christened by my mama's tears

so aint nothing you can tell me
the story has been told
and I don't need advice
or sympathy
just pray
for
my
soul

This flow is real Nitty

Here is metaphor to me that means. When you get into your own head. Listen to your heart beat above the frey. Silence is very loud!
God speaks in a friends concerns, and family worries
Trust in what he has already spoken

In this part of your flow
You touched on what you know
God will always answer
Speaking from faith and everyday experience

i stare at 4 lonely walls
that haunt me with this empty feeling
that God don't answer my prayers
cause they don't get passed the ceiling
if they make it to heaven
why won't he send me a blessing
instead he punishes me
abundantly
for not learning lessons
that he was trying to teach

Truth you hold in your heart.
" my grandmama cried and preached "

My prayers are for you as a member and poet associate

This flow is deep and from deep within
Keep flowing