Josiah Cresswell Poems

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
...