Barbara Harris

Rookie (Saint Louis)

The Unknown Cry - Poem by Barbara Harris

my dark nights.
when the lights come off, my deceased grandfather plays the light, and the music helps me to continue on, keeping trying, put up a fight.
sometimes i feel alone in the room, sometimes i feel like theirs ghost visitors wondering why im crying, i turn my head because sometimes i have no answer.
they watch over me, behind my 2 closet doors.
to keep from myself from looking at them, i tune to the music, and hears Mary saying 'im not gone cry, it's not worth my time because you're not worth my tears' or 'no more pain', she cries out to us, her fans.
but me, i have no one to cry out to, no true father, a scorpion mother, or no real man.
i have a friend who only wants to yell and say the negatives, and walk around with her dark cloud over her head.
i cry because of the thousands of broken hearts i had, being manipulated, talked about, i feel im going to have to fight for the rest of my life.
no father, we all heard about this one.
i can admit that i do feel the need for a man, theres a hole that my daddy didn't fullfill, the only way to do that is find someone who does.
for being open-mineded, am i wrong?
sometimes, i think me crying is a way to release the emotions in me, allowing my pure young soul to be free

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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