The Last Prayer

As I curl up in the shadows
with just for company the Moon
I hear the clink of empty bottles
and know with dread you're coming soon
I clasp my hands both tight together
and I say a silent prayer
To a God who's meant to love me
To a God who's never there
I hear you start the usual arguement
and hear the usual tempers flair
Hear the downstairs door crash open
and then your footsteps on the stairs
He's out again this God of love
this God I learnt about in school
Then I hear you pull the handle
and know the writing's on the wall
Again I clasp my hands together
and say again my silent prayer
To this God who should protect me
To this God who's never there
Then the door is flung wide open
and I see you come inside
and know that God's not gonna help me
no no, those ****** teachers lied
They said that

God would save

and I believed
when curled up in my bed
I thought
when you walked through that door
That

God

would come and
strike you dead
that this

God

who loves all children
would come
on hearing
all my pleas
would burn
your soul
for all
eternity
and make this constant
bruising
cease

So I clasped my hands
together
and I said my silent
prayers
To this God who never
hears me
To this God who's
never there
And now your fists start
raining down

and I have
nowhere
left to hide

my last thought
in this

bleak

conciousness...



Those ****** teachers lied...


©HaroldRizla