My tears have carved
the path for rivers
along the mountains of my cheeks
I drown myself daily
in their depth
Amidst the saltwater
I question
Where was God in all of this?
A child, broken both body and heart
will not forgive You
till you give her her field of promised lavenders
I supplicate to you with bruised and broken fingers
To have been born an ant
would have been a blessing
a singular step from a gentle
maidens foot, is enough
to crush it
how many feet does it take
to crush
a little girl?
You named me Mercy
and I have lived up to my name
that is the only promise
between You and I
that I have kept
on the Promised Day
I wait for you, to ask you
why you left me hanging
and denied me the mercy
of hanging myself
Ca ne peut pas etre Le Dernier Poeme. S'il vous plait. Vows avez trop de talent, de genie. Vous ne devez pas prive' le monde de le gran talent que vous avez.
The intensity of emotion begs to be heard. Absolutely beautiful! PEACE.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. Have a wonderful day
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You're pain filters thru every pore of this poem, And hits our heart.. Courage my dear, you have so much to give, You absolutely Cannot fall apart, Your poetic light, touches the stars