Need Mercy

Not you, nor my enemies, 
But my own deadly feelings; 
Which pain me very much, 
And left me alone with my screams.

My good-sided soul tells, 
Me not to forget her; 
'Don't make your spirit go into a sale, 
And never let her memories to blur.'

But my self-dependent heart, 
has already forgotten her name; 
It says 'How can you forget the hurt, 
And the scars which she made? '

And now between the two thoughts, 
I am being badly crushed; 
I can't control myself when my blood clots, 
On those wounds, which she flushed.

After every second I ask God, 
'Was the love between parents and child; 
Not much enough, that you had to find a hoard, 
to ruin those ones, who are mild? '

I may often lose this poem's rhythm, 
Becoz what happened to me; 
Changed me a lot and left me to become, 
a man being sucked by millions of plea.