And They Pray

A boy sits in a corner to himself. He cowers at his fathers hand. The hand that strikes him, driving the worst of fears into his tiny heart. The blood only a stain on the dark carpet, and the bruises only a temporary reminder. His pleas will not work and his conciousness will not last. Though tonight as he waits he prays. "Dear Lord take me from this place and into your hands I can't take it anymore."

 

 

Little girl, sixteen years old weeps in her bedroom. The screams reverbate through the house. All she wants is for it to go away. The pillow doesn't help to block out the sound, and as the yelling increases and she gets to her knees and prays. "Dear Lord take me from this place and into your hands I can't take it anymore"

 

 

Brothers hold each other as one dies. The battlfield flashing around them. Blood ooozing in rivers down the oldest's armor. He wretches in pain as his brother hold onto him. Tears doing nothing to save him, and as his brother dies in his arms he lifts his eyes to God and he prays. "Dear Lord take me from this place and into your hands I can't take it anymore."

 

 

She leans against the wall. Angry with the world, slashes cross her arms and her hair is tousled. She lives with the scorn of hatrid, and ridicule. The lies in her heart choke the breath from her lungs and as she grips her throat she prays. "Dear Lord take me from this place and into your hands I can't take it anymore."

 

 

He lay under the hand of his father the words choking soundless from his collapsed windpipe. "Dear Lord bring me home." He closes his eyes to the depressing abuse of a raging man, drunk on his own sadness, doesn't cry a tear as he chokes the life from his only son.

 

 

She ties the rope from a tree in the yard. Leaves a note to her parents of her love and lets go. The horrifying sound of her neck snapping as she reaches the ground. Though before she hits the ground she prays. "Dear Lord I'm coming home."

Her parents find her hanging from a tree and her mother collapses to her knees and crys. The screaming has stopped and the isolation has ended.

 

 

He holds the gun to his head. Standing infront of his brothers grave he kneels to the fallen soldier and in a tense whisper he prays. "Brother, I'll see you soon." The deafening crack as the bone is shattered and the thunder as he falls. The rain washes the blood from the grave and he lay infront of his grave just waiting to be found.

 

 

A handful of pills and she stumbles back. Crashing to the bathroom floor she whispers in a hoarse voice to the one who had never help her at bay. "Dear Lord I hope you love me." Her mother finds her later, before the ambulance arrives and she kneels at her feet.

 

 

 

 

And crys.

Reviews

[Mark]

young man, tired angry stalking the streets of someone elses town fighting someone elses war on the other side of the world. Knows there's no home and nobody anymore. Maybe a bullet will give him a home. Bullet doesn't come, only time comes. Rolling through life like walking on a broken foot. Just want to stop walking.

[Coyote Poetry]

So many sad stories in this poem. In the days of old. Men who saw great violence in the old wars.(WW1 and WW2/Korean.) Men in the dark bars held each other up and the booze blocked the memory. I remember when I got from Iraq in 1992. I didn't get the war depriving till 2004. It was a joke. We need to listen to our friends and family. Have a open door. Forgiveness is necessary for some. Most people need to feel wanted and needed. A lot of bad death in the poem. A powerful story. You made me think again.
Coyote

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

Awe, this was a really sad story. It reminds me of the song by Ludacris called Runaway Love, but it is kind of different, but it kind of reminds me of it. The story was very good. It was imaginative and it was a great read. I want to cry...it is a tearjerker. Thanks for sharing.