By Arcassin Burnham
Certainly,
Mercy Me,
Perfect cemetery,
Tendencies,
To overthrow what you see in me,
Throw me to the Wolves out on the street,
They'll never change, that's why I'm good to people that I meet,
My energy,
Ambitiously,
Freezing stress to your toes and knees,
You thought you saw what you didn't see,
Like disguising teeth,
From my mouth I speak from the land of the living like revolutionaries
While legends die and leave they're marks on earth for peace,
You follow me?
Certainly,
Mercy Me,
Perfect cemetery,
Tendencies,
To overthrow what you see in me,
Throw me to the Wolves out on the street,
They'll never change, that's why I'm good to people that I meet,
From my head to my feet,
You're so cheap, so is talk,
Also all your flock of bees,
Buzzing round me like care , I can not see,
Brushed my cheek,
I got too much on my mind and I got memories o' plenty,
I'm am not your special entertainment in here to appease,
Mercy Me.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 21st, 2016 10:08
- Comment from author about the poem: "Some people just have the fakest hearts" ©ABPoetry2016 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/mercy.html
- Category: Forgiveness
- Views: 38
Comments2
Great poem man...excellent job
Awesome write
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