Mercy

On the waves of delima
I float on it like a piece of cork.
Unaware and unknown to any shore.

Bobbing up and down in the sea,
I hear da concoction of a prayer.
Prayers either to save me or
To let me die in peace.

No rafts, no oars
To stear to a shore.
Should I scream or let it pass,
Like a dream the night before.

To hold on or just let it go,
Dropping and shattering
The things that I don't even know.

The prayers gets little louder now
As the moon high brightly glow.
My only wish,
Peace ho!!!

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