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I woke with the truth in my soul
making me grab the back of my bald head
Written By: sewl
Posted On: January 16, 2008 @ 7:52 PM PST
Category: Poetry
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I woke last night in a cold sweat
thought it was menopause
but not because
I got these 44 life years
or because
I got these undying night tears
or even
this southern weather playing tricks
with my thermostat clicks
I woke with the truth in my soul
making me grab the back of my bald head
with reflective purpose
got me hot one day and cold the next
got mentals toying with my common sensibles
no fiction in that
eyes locked to the ceiling
for some divine intervention
but help me lord
I'm just seeing cracks
ain't no answers coming easy
while I'm dying here
lying here
helpless on my back
so split inside
I feel myself going in a 1000 directions
just like so many personalities
I'm split
if love is my salvation why am I bound
if heaven is my destination why am I down
nothing easy for a G
so many folks want to walk in my timbs
I hear it spoken in their
quick verbs, nouns and synonyms
But little do they know
I'm struttin' on life glass
bleeding quietly
to silence my pleas
tonight
I pull these covers over my head
throat dry like sahara sands
cause the world keep taking me fast
so thirsty my truth
makes me reach outside myself
for a glass
I drink deep and think
its nice to know
something
waits only for me
BUTTA
*Clapping* luvin' the vibe!
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Nov-10-2008, 12:57 PM PST
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