Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,701 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

.................Abba (Father) - Poem by Is It Poetry

How much longer must I be, I am?
How much longer sleeping in the open?
And Father why I am.

I am you, I am he, to you I am she.
To blind to see tears, raining down
and much I am to one and much.

I am waiting, looking up forever up
into the blinding white pure light.

Some can not speak the truth of you.
Distortions of the fading night,
I am the darkness some have
never left behind you, yet I am.

I am here.
Sometimes I am there,
where none but I can always be.
Yet with you how could I?
And I am always where?

Of you and why I am.
And you are by me thus.
A flower never picked.
Even though I am for you,
What I see forever see.

I am with you and when you'r sleeping.
And with you still I am.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, May 10, 2013


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