She Calls

She Calls

Calling out, my voice still sings,
Hopeful you’ll hear my words serene
Of compassion, kindness and mercy.
Cruel are your ways inflicted upon me,
Hastily scorning my lyrical warnings;
Merciful cries with my hands raising high,
Accelerating, your eyes now deny – my sagacity.

She Calls by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse

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