Mercy                                                                                      September 2005

My zeal for pain

Has turned my head

Has reaped the crops

Of years of trials

Alone

I stand

Once more

I hunger

For what might come

After the seize

Of dreadful dreams

Of rain

Of thunder

The sun might rise

But then

I wonder

What if it tears

My heart asunder

What if the hubris

of dreams abandoned

tails me for life

my peace of mind

never regained

no chance of mercy

being granted?

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