Sweet Mercy
For Timothy Lee, the Best of Me
A plea for your sweet mercy I now speak.
You surely see my consorts are shadows,
Grown longer still as my sadness fades bleak.
All my streamed love gifts altered as fallow.
I will not share my gloomy misery.
Love's beauty may shine in your hopeful eyes,
But I know trickery or mystery
Can taint love's passion with silvery lies.
I have no shelter from my painful storm
Though sorely I seek such as I do long
To rest my entirety inside a norm
Since sorrow battered my hope once held strong.
Constant aches hold me, I nurse hurt and bleed,
So how as coupled could love dreams succeed?
... CayCay
9/26/16
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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