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. 

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem

"Supplication" originally appeared in The Book of American Negro Poetry (Harcourt, Brace and company, 1922).