Despair(a poem)

I feel despair

A quiet despair

Haunted by the dreams of a 400 year old nightmare

I cannot sleep,

I cannot breath,

I cannot see beyond the shadows in the trees

The ancestors cry from their eternal slumber

Awakened by the quiet thunder

Screaming

Will we ever be free?

Lord!

Will-

we-

ever-

be-

Free?

--

Writer and artist with musings on Art, history, genealogy, culture,the humanities with short stories and poems

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Rodney Sam

Writer and artist with musings on Art, history, genealogy, culture,the humanities with short stories and poems