I wear my feet bare in circles
Death, he follows closely.
Facts become fluid, fate abides
by the rule of threes
and I beg of it, take me with you.
Wraiths stalk the canyon, still
and I feel preyed upon
Oh God, I am again at your mercy!
I need to speak with the night
which has become the Cerberus of my happiness
upon many valiant attempts to escape
the lonely labyrinth of my mind.
Undaunted I sing,
let echo round my barren skeleton
the praise of men, the destruction of id
my doubt, losing hand with God.
And oh, I am again at your mercy!
Author notes
This was something stemming from a short piece I started to write in January, when my dear friend died. After that I lost many others, 2 of whom were extremely important to me. Just to explain the rule of threes thing...
Being around so much death gave it a persona, a face. This poem is about the times that brought me, in death, so close to God.
A contest entry
- at your mercy... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
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Comments
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Ah..the emotions in the words brings the depth to your poetry my friend..and that depth is the strength of your work..well done...thanks for sharing..
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There is no doubt...
every man is at the mercy of God. This write brings the emotions forward of understanding that it is God mercy standing between us and fate's eternal death.
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