Blue Mercy
I've slid down hills of sharpened grass
Shards leaked in broken, bleeding glass
Through concave cracks of emptied seas
I thirst for water's blue mercy
From the nomadic, swollen plains
Swallowed by thunder's luscious rains
To silvered desert's destiny
I thirst for water's blue mercy
When hope is shriveled on my tongue
And salt crusted hinges are sprung
On worlds weary of barren pleas
I thirst for water's blue mercy
As my heart lies, dusty and prone
A statue shrunk to withered bone
Your voice, like rivers running free
Fills me with water's blue mercy
09/07/22
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2022
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