A Bedtime Prayer

February 2, 2010
By , Manchester, NH
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take."

She opens her eyes as darkness falls,
blinking wearily at the walls.
Time keeps falling as her body is numbing,
and all she hears is a distant humming.

Now that I'm lying down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Quickly, quickly spins the room,
and then it dies down much too soon.
Sudden tilting, nausea growing,
he can't believe he kept life going.

Now that I'm lying down to sleep,
I pray a Lord my soul will keep.
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

All those years she attempted to try,
but all she can do now is cry.
It's not worth the pain, not anymore,
throw it away and close the door.

Now that I'm lying down to sleep,
I pray a Lord my soul will keep.
And when I die instead of wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

He closes his eyes for once feeling free,
no longer tied by the fate one can't see.
The floor is covered in a substance not missed,
a single razor left by one limp wrist.

Now that I'm lying down to sleep,
I pray a Lord my soul will keep.
And when I die instead of wake,
I pray a Lord my soul won't break.





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