Oblivion, I know, a word I find dope,
But oblivion is the change that does not cope.
It is a sweet life when we do not serve hope,
We work everyday, but only live like Job.
Living like sickle cell,
Truth far from our usual tell.
But rapture is not hell,
Though we dread both as well.
"Mama I am happy"
The only letters I write her when I am cranky.
Only when Mama is happy,
That is my biggest rally.
From my youth Mama instilled in me hope,
She taught me truths to tell,
Her smiles make me happy,
Now, oblivion is just a thing I smile at and welcome.
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Yours truly Mercirick.
But oblivion is the change that does not cope.
It is a sweet life when we do not serve hope,
We work everyday, but only live like Job.
Living like sickle cell,
Truth far from our usual tell.
But rapture is not hell,
Though we dread both as well.
"Mama I am happy"
The only letters I write her when I am cranky.
Only when Mama is happy,
That is my biggest rally.
From my youth Mama instilled in me hope,
She taught me truths to tell,
Her smiles make me happy,
Now, oblivion is just a thing I smile at and welcome.
Follow on instagram: @Mercirick3
Yours truly Mercirick.
Mercy Patrick is a multipotentialite, skilled photographer, creative writer and spoken word poet.Outside the professional scene, Mercy Patrick is a song writer, idealist, resource person with unconventional methods for youths struggling with their personalities, a rapper, story teller and a rusty acoustics player. 
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