Epistle To Mercy
In a crumbling world of mine,
lies a heart of pains.
Thoughts of her swept
me off my feets.
Becoming wreaked
because, the body was heaved
to moving about.
Helplessly stagnant to a point.
Hardly was she aware
of my deepest felt love,
feelings and sincerity
coz, of her newly found desire.
Would i now become one
of those congregation that knells
or rolls on the floor
for mercy?
For how long would this be?
That i would keep selling a part
of my birthright on kneels.
All for love.
Am i really a fool?
that nature kicks around.
Is it really all about
L-O-V-E?
Can i get a lift
to take me across this dungeon?
to a land filled with milk and honey.
Or where lies my fate
in this contextual World?
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