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Lucky Tate The Dark I sit and I watch for the dark to bring him back I wait with swollen, glassy eyes and fear in my heart I wait looking out into the dark that took him not knowing if it will bring him back, not knowing if it is willing to let him go It is strong, but am I stronger? Have I paid the ransom, the price put upon the firery soul? I search the dark with closed eyes trying to remind myself, trying to remind him, what he is, who he is; before the darkness came to kidnap him I search the dark with my eyes closed trying to will him to run as fast as he can into my outstretched arms The arms of safety, the arms of love Away from the kidnapped darkness that swallowed him up for so long I sit and I watch for the dark to bring him back, but is the dark watching me as well? Is the dark waiting to see, judging me? Is the dark's piercing eyes burning through my very being? Calculating my wrongs, Debating my past and future, Deciding if I am worthy of redemption? I sit with my eyes closed and wait for the dark Wait for judgement, wait for redemption, wait for the dark to decide I wait for the dark to decide I sit and I watch the dark watching me I sit and I watch for the dark to bring him back to me Related Poems Form: Trending Poems Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Comments about this poem (The Dark by Lucky Tate ) Ah, the dark. A maze that covers when we have no guide or light. GW (Report) Reply Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe Maya Angelou Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) Langston Hughes (1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967) Edgar Allan Poe (19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849) Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886) William Wordsworth William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973) John Donne (24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631) Jose Rizal - If, Rudyard Kipling - Daffodils, William Wordsworth - Still I Rise, Maya Angelou - The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost - If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda - Dreams, Langston Hughes - I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost - Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas - A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ Suí Liom Féin... ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Suí liom féin agus crackle na crainn. Suí liom féin agus na páistí álainn gáire. Suí liom féin agus mo chroí sosanna. Suí liom féin... Aonair.. Alone... Ceithre gcroí ar fhuinneog, An mbeidh grá maireachtáil, nó a fanacht beo? Nuair a bheidh mé ach cuimhne, beidh tú dearmad orm? Suí liom féin agus ag iarraidh a grá dó. Suí liom féin agus ag iarraidh a gáire. Suí liom féin agus wondering má beidh mé grá a fháil? Ach cad é grá? Cad é grá nuair nach bhfuil aon ghrá a fheiceáil? Cad é grá nuair nach bhfuil aon duine le grá? Cad é grá nuair a bhfuil tú a chroí briste nach mbeidh a mend riamh? Suí liom féin... Alone... Alone... Suí liom féin agus le starves chroí briste. Suí liom féin ag smaoineamh ar conas a dhéanann grá duine éigin? Liom suí wondering cén fáth grá againn ina n-aonar. Suí liom féin cé go bhfuil ag iarraidh grá sé leat? Tá mé ag smaoineamh ar an todhchaí. Ach ná ní mór dúinn sa todhchaí. An bhfuil muid amach anseo? An bhfuil muid i ndáiríre anseo? Suí liom féin... Alone... Alone... Suí liom féin agus yelling ach cloiseann aon duine. Suí liom féin agus screadaíl ach mheasann aon duine. Suí liom féin agus ag caoineadh agus níl aon duine ann do chompord. Suí liom féin... Alone... Alone... Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Suí Liom Féin... ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe