Biography of Maelea Mercado
Maelea Mercado Poems
Thine power is rare And thy wisdom is too To behold this gift Thou must choose
Fear can kill a man But hope still stands Because hope is greater than fear, And when the end is near,
The people around make no sound As they make their way to the mound Of the lost soldiers never found Where The fallen have been silenced
Frigid grey Somber stones The Cawing of a crow
Consumed By Fear
You cower in a corner, to free yourself from me. trembling with fear, praying a silent plea.
Leap Of Fate
Take the leap The leap of faith Over the edge into the unknown. Take the chance,
Dancing around my toes Chilling to the core The wind whispers 'There's a new storm coming'
Dark Or Light?
Is light truly good? Is dark truly bad? After all light creates dark So for sure not all dark is bad
The sound of time Is so quite it screams Each passing second Is an eternity
Listing to them talk So careless and fun They said we were friends But they still don't listen
Under The Ice
The warm day melts the snow But as the freezing wind blows The ice grows Smooth and slick
The obnoxious fumes fill my nose Tightening like a constricting hose Around my lungs Like a serpents tongues
They pick on my hair, my shoes, my clothes I try not to let it but sometimes it shows it hurts me that everybody knows
You twist my fingers and pull my hair, Throw me up into the air. Then beat me down, As i try not to make a sound.
His love lingers
Even after hes gone
I sing our song
But somethings wrong
My voice is not as strong
Without you to sing along.