Has Mercy... Poem by Josiah Cresswell

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?