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Prayer
There once was a child who believed in angels, Heaven and Hell.
There once was a child who prayed, asking the Lord to help those in need.
There once was a child who except for once, had never prayed for themself.
Then one night, the demons came in the form of hands and took the child.
The child was brought to a world where the sun did not rise and sleep never came.
The child’s skin burned from the chains locked around their wrists.
“Please, God. Kill me,” the child begged. “Kill me, please.”
The Lord heard the child’s cries and did not answer.
There once was a child who believed in angels, Heaven and Hell.
There once was a child who prayed, asking the Lord to help those in need.
There once was a child who except for twice, had never prayed for themself.
Then one night, the demons came in the form of hands and handed the child a rope.
The child was brought to a world where the sun did not rise and sleep was eternal.
The child’s skin burned from the rope wrapped around their neck.
“Please, God. Save me,” the child begged. “Save me, please.”
The Lord heard the child’s cries and did not answer.
There once was a child who prayed, asking the Lord to help those in need.
There once was a child who except for once, had never prayed for themself.
Then one night, the demons came in the form of hands and took the child.
The child was brought to a world where the sun did not rise and sleep never came.
The child’s skin burned from the chains locked around their wrists.
“Please, God. Kill me,” the child begged. “Kill me, please.”
The Lord heard the child’s cries and did not answer.
There once was a child who believed in angels, Heaven and Hell.
There once was a child who prayed, asking the Lord to help those in need.
There once was a child who except for twice, had never prayed for themself.
Then one night, the demons came in the form of hands and handed the child a rope.
The child was brought to a world where the sun did not rise and sleep was eternal.
The child’s skin burned from the rope wrapped around their neck.
“Please, God. Save me,” the child begged. “Save me, please.”
The Lord heard the child’s cries and did not answer.
Published 28th Oct 2021
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28th Oct 2021 3:02am
Well, hell. I like how you "tied" the line about the rope/wrists with the line rope/neck.
This is so full of despair, which is what you were after I'm sure.
I hope it is purely creative writing and not "thoughts".
It has its merits, as a poem. Not bad at all. But the subject, very sensitive.
Do me a favor, write an upbeat one soon, let me know when. So I can see more of your skill.
This is so full of despair, which is what you were after I'm sure.
I hope it is purely creative writing and not "thoughts".
It has its merits, as a poem. Not bad at all. But the subject, very sensitive.
Do me a favor, write an upbeat one soon, let me know when. So I can see more of your skill.
