Poems from Marcus Alan Mercer
You can not tell me I'm short,
I'm just lacking in inches.
It's rude to ask me if I showered,
rather ask me what that stench is.
I refuse...
We live in a world today with every which way to communicate,
yet you can't relay a simple hey, which utterly just makes you fake.
Why even...
Childhood is the playpen that keeps out the real world;
holding you close till you're readily unfurled
At the beginning it's the ignorance...
The shadow of love isn't just found in dark spaces.
It's found in a sea of familiar faces
who stretch out their arms for a quick slap of...
The world may be a dark sky
But God you're still my bright light.
You shine through the gray,
like the sun shines in May.
My old friends...