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Nathaniel Watkins Poem
What do you dream
deep in the night when
all are asleep and the moon
shines bright?
Do you dream of fairy's
and elves or monsters
and demons with long
pointy tails?
Where do you go when
they take you away?
perhaps to a haunted
house or a beach by
the bay.Do you dream
of a castle upon a hill?
where a strange man
lives off of blood that's
been spilled.
What do you dream deep
in the night when all are
asleep and the moon shines
bright?DO you travel through
a forest within your dream
to hear howling at the moon
before a blood curdling scream?
Can you escape when your
dreams turn from light into
horrible madness and heart
pounding fright?you turn around
your in a different space still fast
asleep your eyelids begin to
flutter at a maddening pace.
The doctor is focused lightning
will strike giving life to his unholy
terror this night.What do you dream
deep in the night when all are asleep
and the moon shines bright
A young girl waits to invite you in
her long slithery split tongue touching
her chin.You climb the stairs to face
a horror unknown the devil dwells
here to make her his own.Morning
arrives it was all just a dream or
rather a nightmare all to real it seemed.
What do you dream deep in the night
when all are asleep and the moon
shines bright?
Copyright © Nathaniel Watkins | Year Posted 2013
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Nathaniel Watkins Poem
To be black in america is like a wound never given a chance to heal, there are times when bandages are placed upon the hurt before racism creeps in forcing them to peel.To be black in america is liken to an ever burning welt the harder we struggle the more it is felt.Our children are being slaughtered before they are men, an evil enjoyed by the oppresser since slavery began.To be black in america is to wear many mask,to survive an ever present evil that flourishes from the past. Heritage and home land stripped away then forced to exist in a foreign land where the choice is die or obey.To be black in america in 2013 is a struggle that continues but in the eyes of the world seldom ever seen.
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As my days grow shorter my memories are long.I sit reminiscing in twilight,of two hearts that were laid bare.And the many tears that were shed inside our moments of anguish, hearts seeking shelter from lifes ever raging storm this miracle we found within each others embrace. I fully realize that now it is the past, for i am alone,as my time draws near and you are faraway,i must somehow gather the strength to face another day.Fight off the suffering which racks my bones along with my broken heart that will never be healed.Because with the knowledge that you will never return my once promising fate has ultimately been sealed. by. nathaniel e watkins 9/19/13
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