Le Dernier Poeme Poem by Nyx C Styx

My tears have carved
the path for rivers
along the mountains of my cheeks

I drown myself daily
in their depth

Amidst the saltwater
I question
Where was God in all of this?
A child, broken both body and heart
will not forgive You
till you give her her field of promised lavenders

I supplicate to you with bruised and broken fingers
To have been born an ant
would have been a blessing
a singular step from a gentle
maidens foot, is enough
to crush it

how many feet does it take
to crush
a little girl?

You named me Mercy
and I have lived up to my name
that is the only promise
between You and I
that I have kept

on the Promised Day
I wait for you, to ask you
why you left me hanging
and denied me the mercy
of hanging myself