A Younsters Prayer
Dear God, it’s me again
Hope you don’t mind my prying
But I needed to talk to someone
Cause I’m lonesome and I’m crying
You know I feel better
When I’m talking with you
Cause I can feel you holding me closer
Like you always do
Daddy is still cursing
And mommy’s shouting back
And my head is still hurting
And my eye is getting black
I know they don’t mean it
I reckon frustration takes control
But these beatings still hurt
Will I ever grow old?
Mommy still takes some shots
She says they help her get by
And they seem to help some
But later she only cries
And daddy’s been drunk
Going on three weeks
And I’m still hungry
But there’s nothing to eat
I don’t mean to bother you
But God, is this how life is supposed to be?
It just don’t feel right
And it’s getting so hard to see
We used to laugh with each other
We were like peas in a pod
But now we’re different
And there’s no sparring the rod
I think my time grows closer
To when I’ll be under ground
All dead and not moving
And for sure not making a sound
I wonder if by then
Will they really miss me
Or like sands on the beach
I’ll just be history
Well, thanks God for listening
I’ll say goodnight once more
And it’s alright right with me
If this time you close that door
You know the door I’m talking about
Cause you showed it to me one night
A few years ago I think it was
When my parents started their fights
Oh yes, I can feel you
And thanks for all you’ve done
And thanks for the memories
And for this last run
Oh yes, I know that you love me
A lad of just four
And I really don’t mind
If I don’t see this world no more
I can feel you holding me tighter
As I lay here in my bed
And I know I won’t wake tomorrow
Because I know I will be dead
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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