Mercy of the Angels
I don't sleep
and all I have is my
cold soup
There are no spoons in the house
I eat my soup with a fork
Please Angels of Mercy
come down to help me
I at least have seafood in my soup
but it's cold as ice
frigid as can be
Much like my heart since my lover left me
left me all alone
Alone with my cold soup
Please Angels of Mercy
come down to help me
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2023
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