I Do Not Speak

I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace
And in these heavy days I do not ask for release
I do not ask that suffering shall cease.

I do not pray to God to let me die
To give an ear attentive to my cry
To pause in his marching and not hurry by.

I do not ask for anything I do not speak
I do not question and I do not seek
I used to in the day when I was weak.

Now I am strong and lapped in sorrow
As in a coat of magic mail and borrow
From Time today and care not for tomorrow.

by Stevie Smith

Comments (4)

The flow of the poem is disrupted by the egregious amount of syllables in the last line.
wow..... words are nicely used.... good poem!
nice one... wish u would continue it and make it a better one
nice simple explanation of death