Ladeda
I've fallen beside my bed
With bumps on my knees of,
I beg you, please.
Not a sound
Just the silence of my despair
And the agony that filled the air
Of all the different ways
I begged you, please.
Clinging to my bed sheets
I've ripped holes through;
Saying a prayer or two
I thought you heard
I clung on to watch
The faith I had burn
-crazy child-
Dragging pity
In unheard prayers
Lift yourself off bed
and all its layers.
With bumps on my knees of,
I beg you, please.
Not a sound
Just the silence of my despair
And the agony that filled the air
Of all the different ways
I begged you, please.
Clinging to my bed sheets
I've ripped holes through;
Saying a prayer or two
I thought you heard
I clung on to watch
The faith I had burn
-crazy child-
Dragging pity
In unheard prayers
Lift yourself off bed
and all its layers.
This Poems Story
Years Ago, in a little girls bedroom, a ritual in poetry.
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