Mercy is Lost

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My eyes they weep

With unshed tears

Calling out

Voiceless

Palms in reverence of the sun

Begging

Praying

For mercy

Spine bent

Permanently kneeling to gravity

From crouching

From trying to hide

Horrifying memories

Etched

Painted

Embedded

Into my skin

Scars

Physical and mental

Still present

Reprieve

Never given

Never…

                never

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