I Beg for Mercy

I Beg for Mercy
I Beg for Mercy

I beg mercy from my own relentless mind,
the mutterings of intellect in hot pursuit;
I considered madness, but relented,
I’m too rational to be defeated on that front,
but I wonder if my thoughts are too sharp for my flesh,
too deep to not regret, when blood-letting in profusion
keeps my illusions of humanity afloat,
as well I am too empathetic for my own good,
feeling pain from others is just puerile,
for understanding will not cure their ills.

I’m no saviour, no seer, no genius
to fill a mind with epiphanies many,
just a soul open, with an opening like a black hole
that keeps me in the loop of far too much,
and as such I suffer the pangs, the failing,
the possibilities flailing from pressured intentions,
inventions of oppression and control,
and know it just burdens me,
and no-one knows the weight on me bestowed,
as seeds are sewn.

I articulate the questions, the tensions of the world,
but answers I will not divulge for fear of harsh reproach,
the truth a sting not everyone can take,
and what good truths seen as lies,
torn from golden plinths, still alive
as they are gutted in angered rivalry,
and beliefs just drown them in fluidity
but walls made from stone, impenetrable,
regrettable, delusions prone to blindness
keep them whole.

Night and day the conversation never ends,
thoughts protracted, redacted
and felt in kind with every breath,
and hold I do that exhalation,
hoping for some re-mediation,
but the cycle just rolls on
and I in mind do listen, fold,
for how much can a mind absorb,
every sense and feeling poured into my cup,
and I cannot write enough.

I beg for mercy from a mind in movement,
seeking improvement within a soul devout
to bring out the realities of being,
and having seen the meaning of all this dreaming,
I must attest that truth escapes the human race,
and no matter my pleading, my bleeding
into earth’s welcoming arms,
no charm awaits my ending, just a frustrated vessel,
a open vestibule that leads to realms apart,
where my heart will be sanctified.

Tony DeLorger © 2018

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

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