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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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>
Copyright © Anita Odure Odeh | Year Posted 2016
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