R.Benjamin Abate

Rookie - 158 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Turning Black - Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

A tsunami of blood

Falls upon me-

How high?
Once was the question-

No time for an answer

When everything that ever was

Collapses upon my momentary exposure:
To the sun
To the young-

To release my
Experience in some innovative way

So that it may be easier for one

Or two in their voyage
To escape natural disasters-

As I'm naturally peeling away the skin

Of this disaster I’ve become-

So I say to the young
Take the time to think

Before you feel as if you’re done-

You can't even act without looking at acts-
I can't see because of the governmental cataracts-
People can't pay their taxes-

I'm going to crack because nobody has my back-
They made them 'Testify' to swear on their sacks-
While they sat in their offices-

Counting the paper stacks-
My shack is falling apart
& the world lacks light-
It's all turning Black-

Comments about Turning Black by R.Benjamin Abate

  • Veteran Poet - 1,073 Points Ray Quesada (4/9/2013 5:23:00 PM)

    theres real music in this poem, loved it. plus you've got a great ending to this one - good ink. -ray (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 9, 2013

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