The day I said goodbye to God

Bunk beds split, divided across the room. Two Brothers Sleep only to wake soon. The slamming of the door wakes him from his dream. Startled, sitting up to evaluate the scene.

Quiet for a moment, all is well it would seem.  Lightning flashes, rain beats on the window. Wind Howls the wind chimes sing.

a scream and a smack , the horror is back. Beating like a drum on a face or a back. Is it his mother or his sister this time? Does it matters, drums are beating loudly this time.

Fear grips him, trembling overcomes him. He knows a peep or a sound and the drums will come beating down. A prayer for his mom, a prayer for his sister , the God that loves them needs to move quicker.

Drums won't stop, the screams get louder. Perfectly still he tries to wait it out. Silently he cries, not a single sound. But then his younger brother starts to whimper.

Fear grows deeper, his whimper will turn to tears. His tears turn to cries , the protection of silence now broken.
Will the drums turn from the women? Will they soon be here?

5 Steps to his bed and the whimpers could be stilled. Comfort him , protect him, be a big brother. What if the floor squeaks? Surely the drums will come here.

Maybe a whisper, it's okay little brother. Keep quiet, keep still, soon the drum will stop beating. Can't speak. His soul grips in fear.

The drum drums, his whimpering now sobbing. What is wrong with me why won't I stop him? I could take the beating and save the women. You're too weak you can't even speak.

I need to comfort my brother. But the floor might squeak. Sit there you coward as your brother cries even louder.

I can help them all! You can't do a thing, you're nothing and the God that you pray to is not here. The drums drum louder.

Why won't it stop? Why won't God come? Brother stop crying, dad stop beating, Mom stop screaming, sister stop crying. I'm not a man. Weak, scared, cowering , trembling, selfish, this is who I am.

The door slams the drums stop beating. The young boy a worthless excuse of a so-called man.

The screens, now cries, now whimpers, not silent. The boy's manhood Stripped by inaction. Action of the powerless. Mind changed love never came to rescue. The young boy no longer a man, no longer hold on to God's hand.