I was left
High upon your shelf
Waiting…like everybody else
For a love that would not come
Now time’s small
Pond has become a
Sea, and has painted me
Pitch black
Weighed down
Drowning in melancholy
Poem from the book Grow Freedom
PAINT ME MELANCHOLY
sad poem
WASTE NOT
remember when we
were poor, happy, and thriving
living only on love?
the world couldn’t touch us
but we weren’t careful
we started wasting love
took love for granted
and then, one day
we started running out of love
could barely keep love on the table
i remember getting angry
when love was wasted
“there are people in Africa
starving for that love”
soon the cupboards were bare
now, i go out every day
searching for love, begging for love
sitting on street corners
holding signs that read
“will work for love”
pining for the days
we were poor and happy
living only on love
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
PRAY FOR ME
you can hear me now
because i’m silent
you can read my thoughts
because they’re
running down my face
*
sometimes it’s the little things
that can do the most damage
the little hole in your balloon
you huff and puff
but you get nowhere
*
today the winds are stronger than my strength
tonight my weakness is weaker than you think
pray for me
or i’ll be gone by morning
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
Marquida Roberts 