My Story

The knocking on my door was persistent, not sure who it was but this wasn't the first time he was here. 'It's the landlord again' my tiny voice whispered. ** I was two months down and I knew it, with two weeks of no sleep I had prayed and hoped for a miracle, but heaven has been quiet to my plead ** Maybe there is no God after all, just a myth to make us feel loved, I don't feel loved anyways, no such thing as luck just logic and good science, hard work and persistence. ** I looked up again maybe this time heaven will answer, all I got was the same blank stare back right at my face like it always did. I was certain there is no God. ** Do good and good will come to you so the "good book" says Maybe I didn't do good enough Maybe it's just another myth, to make me give my candy out at third grade, oh yeah! It did work ** Slowly I did open the door, my guess was right, it was him Angry eyes staring at me all I could see was his lips moving. Standing there like a cold chick I couldn't move or speak My pleads wouldn't mean a thing I didn't even try to plead ** And there I was homeless, all over again 'Say a little prayer', maybe heaven would answer this time 'For the last time' I barked at the tiny voice in my head ** So I bow down my head, not sure what I prayed for. I hope heaven answers me this time. I wrote this from a friend's couch, I hope heaven answers me this time cause I don't know if I can face it anymore>