Mercy Come
I’m so tired I can’t
Move. Miles to go and much
To prove. My home is gone,
But I am here. What to do
Is so unclear. Sin and pain
I’ve caused my share. But
Lacking choice I do not care. A
Wasting sickness, unto death. Needing
Time to catch my breath. Where am
I, so all alone? In quarters dark
On streets unknown. Pangs of
Hunger, waves of fear. Where to go is
So unclear. Mercy, come.
O Woman, soothe.
I’m so tired I can’t move.
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Submission Name: Mercy Come
