Angela Yarbrough Poems

Does a man turn away from right and good
Brought to the fact of humility not being able to provide
Children crying day and night denied everyday necessities
A lack of pride in being a man among men
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On the hard cold floor I lay awake and pray
Silently, I cry out loud, 'Where are you Lord? '
If I could only find you deep in my mind
I search for that one sign, that you are near me
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I want to be a great poet
Make you think and ask questions
Seek the answer to know it
Beautiful poems I want to write
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On the corner where he stood
Close by to a shopping cart
Carrying all that it could
Possessions dear to his heart
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Walking in a minefield of self-destruction
Not knowing that I was being watched
On a path that was so uncertain
As love of self was being botched
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I get so tired of worrying all the time,
About where my next meal will come from
I feel like packing up, taking off, and just run
I wish one time when my phone rings
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Sometimes I think about what Creation sees
Like the beauty of children playing in mud streets
There snow flakes never fall where they run and play
Playgrounds are unknown, and the roads are not paved
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I will hold on to my peace
When everything is falling apart
All my happiness has ceased
And I am hurting in my heart
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As the sun comes up over the horizon
A new beginning is offered to all mankind
The same beginning that has been offered for eon's

Knowing, that tomorrow is not a promised time piece
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The music of the crescendo plays so sweet
As she moves across the floor so gracefully
To a soothing gentle blossoming beat
Her motion paints pictures of love lost painfully
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