Shh
Shh…
Shuttered the stifling air
Confining her innocence
Clinging to a teddy bear
Shh…
Ruffled the blanket of lies
Concealing her trembling
The lids to her cries
Shh…
Echoed the corners of the room
Beneath the glowing ceiling
Of a neon moon
Shh…
Creaked the rays of flight
Unlocking morning
Pardoning night
Jesus, she whispered
Lowering her weary head
Do you know why my father
Comes to my bed
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005
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