Mercy

Mercy

A Poem by Cwortknee

I'm like a bug 
beneath his boot
his foot will fall 
and I'll expire

he's the reaper
I'm the victim
he won't barter
he won't reason

I'll try my best
to stay in grace
I'll overcome
this tragedy

I'll take my place
where I belong
and he will be
f o r g i v e n.

© 2012 Cwortknee


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Added on November 6, 2012
Last Updated on November 8, 2012

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Cwortknee
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My favorite poems by Robert Frost: Nothing Gold Can Stay- "Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. S.. more..

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