Supplication

I am so tired and weary,
  So tired of the endless fight,
So weary of waiting the dawn
  And finding endless night.

That I ask but rest and quiet—
  Rest for days that are gone,
And quiet for the little space
  That I must journey on.

Published in The Book of American Negro Poetry

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