The Child

by m. e. roach

 

My child

lost in a churning world

burning with a hope that’s left behind

“mercy,” he cries in the darkness

“mercy”-

and the lifeline fades away

 

His child

nailed to a splintered cross

consumed with the pain of a lost world

mercy He brings through the darkness

mercy-

a lifeline in the darkest night

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