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.

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Years Ago, in a little girls bedroom, a ritual in poetry.