Josiah Cresswell

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Has Mercy, for what I've done
been lost amongst all insobriety
and given itself to be undone?
Has Mercy, for all I've said
...

Living, breathing, eyes stretch outward from this face
Peering ever inwardly, search a searching of this space:

A meaningless collage, without purpose;
...

For everyone, I think,
there began a time,
when purpose became scarce
and life seemed sublime.
...

Dead and collapsed
lacking vision in purpose
walking voiceless
standing unseen
...

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Has Mercy...

Has Mercy, for what I've done
been lost amongst all insobriety
and given itself to be undone?
Has Mercy, for all I've said
planted its purpose within me?

Or is it dead...

Ever always farther than the truth I seek,
where are those that we love,
when of Love we do speak.

Yet, is not pain a language too?
Always ever burning, and killing me,
but sparing you?

You say there is still Mercy.
And this I'm sure I know, but from who?
Has Mercy, neglected me,
to smile upon you?

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