Mercy's Hand/a poem
Shadows drift across my heart, dark and lonely, filling every part.
The bitter hands of fate draw blood from my skin, and forbidden memories come creeping in.
The chains of hurt have left me bound, and in the desolation of torment I can't make a sound.
Dreams are broken and my soul is bare, a prisoner of darkness, going nowhere.
Abused and neglected, I was thrown aside, and now I'm bruised by the despair I hide.
Will I be rescued from this barren land? Do I have the strength to take Mercy's hand?