Author Topic: I think this poem can appropriately be applied to this forum  (Read 442 times)

"Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell
that tests my youth.
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate,
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet, as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand."

-Claude McKay


To deep for me,
I cannot see,
for it is too deep,
for me.

My pain lingers,
like lingerie
I cannot see, it is too deep,
for me.

I cannot see,
because it is too deep,
I'm in the depths,
I have wept.

For I cannot see,
I began to weep,
It is too deep,
too deep to see.

There is nothing ahead,
there is nothing dead,
There is nothing lost,
Nothing earned,

for It is too deep,
I began to weep.
For I began to weep,
I could not see.

My tears envisioned,
A past too deep,
A past too deep, for me.
i could not see.

And on that day,
I shed a tear,
Because it was too deep,
too deep for me.