Mercy is as pure as snow
Washes out the pain despair and woe
Lets a river of her loving kindness flow
Sometimes I think she doesn’t know
That I would never let her go
Oh, Mercy is a friend of mine
Who loves the colors of the snow
Who laughs and loves and sings alone
Who I can only wish to comfort
I can’t even tell her that I care
Mercy is it time to go
Far away from this sad place
Into the snow, the cold solace
Of numbness in the white
The many colors of the snow
But there at your front door I turn back
For a single candle, one last thing
Single warming flame of hope
Before the world turns away
Maybe I can someday say
Mercy is a friend of mine
Who wears the colors of the snow
Who will likely never ever know
This stubborn burning candle mine
But who I can call a friend
In the end
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
Offline) - Published: December 10th, 2016 12:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Can you see the many different stories here? Some things I didn't see myself until I read the poem once more.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Great write
Mercy comes in many shades. Nicely done.
Heh- I didn't even see some parts of this poem until I read it again this time. Funny, how you put some things in your poems that you feel on a bone-deep level, but rarely ever realize consciously.
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