The poem
I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace And in these heavy days I do not ask for release I do not ask that suffering shall cease.
I do not pray to God to let me die To give an ear attentive to my cry To pause in his marching and not hurry by.
I do not ask for anything I do not speak I do not question and I do not seek I used to in the day when I was weak.
Now I am strong and lapped in sorrow As in a coat of magic mail and borrow From Time today and care not for tomorrow.
i loked your poem very much. i write poems that are like that (not of good, dur) hey, i just thought of something, alot o your poems are like, kind of depressing. like the one called 'a reason' well, it is about like how you wanna die and stuff, it's kind of sad.
well see ya!
~ananymous~