Life Was Mercy
I couldn’t believe that life could
seduce an endless train of people,
in order to reduce my own depression,
I drew close enough to see the pulsing
beauty of their unique expression,
and that’s where I wanted to be,
I had that choice,
to feel their passionate voice,
I never cared for life before,
but now I wanted more,
death only offered screams,
life offered singing canaries,
clean rain falling over sparkling streams,
being around the living was wrong,
and I knew I couldn’t stay too long,
because the feelings of hatred
could be aroused in me,
the fears, the sorrows, the tears,
life was mercy,
as I could feel their breath,
but I posses the invitation to death,
control of a swelling population,
and I had to reduce it at all cost,
a deed in which I was lost,
when I am with the living,
the sorrows within me would drain,
there would be no more pain,
in this society I could certainly fit,
I could be the angel who would offer life,
then extend it.
© 2011 Frank Atanacio