Mercy Comes With the Morning

Mercy Comes With the Morning

And to think

That after all this time

It would be you to fall into the light

While I slip unknowingly into the darkness

It would be your soul,

One the glides upon the precipices of life

In other dimensions not a part of reality,

That would step backward and find the road into the sun

 

That after all this time

It would be me to fall into the darkness

That my soul would hurl itself

Throwing myself off the edge into the unknown

Falling endlessly with no ground in sight.

That I would ever step outside the careful fences

Constructed by myself for my safety

That my soul,

Confined by protection and

Standing outside any realm of existence,

Would take the chance to jump

 

That after all this time

You would look back at the light,

The light that I craved for,

And would regret ever finding it;

Would regret ever following it

While I,

With the wind in my face and the darkness all around

Would take the time to light a candle

So that my falling would become flying

And heart pounding,

I would finally see

Reviews

[noone]

Excellent poem. I like the style and word choice; although, the over all "story" is a bit vague. It could be a little more concise. But other wise, it's really good.