Challenge

To know all they see and want is a quick fuck and nothing more
You must take care of yourself
There is no one for you

While you may be placed in charge of the care of others
There is no one for you
So cry, cry some more

Perfect

Cry away all the pain
In drops of crystal stars
And when there are no more tears
To cry and no more pain for them to hold
You will be free

To know nothing has changed and will always be the same
To be forever nothing and numb.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I've really liked your poem. It feels (or is it fells? I'm not sure, since my native language isn't english)right.
Wed May 24, 01:32:00 PM EDT
Mercy said…
Thank you very much. Honestly, I didn't really think it was one of my better ones. But it's nice to know someone out there thinks its good.
Wed May 24, 02:27:00 PM EDT
Anonymous said…
I didn't have time to read them all yet, so I wouldn't know. but I'm looking forward to keep reading.
Wed May 24, 06:46:00 PM EDT
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