Momma, Sing To MeA Poem by InkAndScrollsIn the chaos, let there be a song.
Who is born of woman
And whose days are full of trouble? Who do we cry out to from within? Is it God or the lesser? Our higher selves within? Is it bubbling up in ecstacy As the music sways us? Let the gentle breeze carry a melody With words intertwining in our souls Sing to me Momma Something about God, about life or something bitter in between As a melody carries I see the fires blaze And the waters of trouble drowning us from deep within The shouts of every side is crying out for change I stand on the threshold The melody sings to me to choose What will I do? Who is born of woman? And whose days are full of trouble? Momma sing to me a song And let me rest in peace © 2020 InkAndScrolls |
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Added on September 15, 2020 Last Updated on September 15, 2020 AuthorInkAndScrollsFLAboutI'm a writer getting back in the game after 10 years of letting Facebook and Twitter get in the way. more..Writing
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