House of Whispers
She sits in the corner, hiding her face
While trying not to be seen
She talks to herself in silent whispers
A child of only thirteen
She closes her eyes and holds her breath
Praying he passes her by
She struggles to be invisible
But his footsteps keep drawing him nigh
He screams her name with rum on his breath
She whispers a silent prayer
She prays for God to close his eyes
And not let him find her there
This corner becomes her refuge
As her father comes stumbling by
Her heartbeat fills the empty room
As she tries her best not to cry
Her father finds an empty bed
And closes his eyes to sleep
She thanks the Lord for hearing her prayer
And silently begins to weep
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2011
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