I Beseech You
Show me mercy, for I am weak
a wounded bird, pity I seek
unable to take flight, grounded
please stop me from being hounded
Listen to my pleading, I'm meek,
I lay here, life surely looks bleak
looking into my deaths mystique
evil everywhere, surrounded
show me mercy,
observe inner soul not physique
a living creature, I'm no freak
unwillingness is unfounded
non actions would be ungrounded
be loving, helpful, no critique
show me mercy.
Composed on 15/10/2017
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017
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