Needing Mercy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Needing Mercy



Mercy playing it's part well, taking care of those
who are in need biologically.

Vestures of fate claim their totality in depressive
states, festering silently as they vegetate alone
in dark corners.

Pure thought filling every particle of motion with
abandon.

Stretching all aspects of beginning with movements
in time.

Thursday, December 12, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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