Her Silent Prayers

She wakes up cautiously
Her vision is blurred
She looks around the room
And remembers his words slurred

She pulls up her sleeves
And comes across dark bruises
She rolls up her torn jeans
And uncovers marks from the losers

The room is dimly lit
But she’s used to it now
She’s been in here one too many times
When he throws her and calls her a cow

What kind of life is this?
There’s no decent point in living
His sincere-looking face is just a ploy
And the names he calls her are cringing

She cautiously tries to get up
But fails severely on her own
She needs a helping hand
Or anything but, a call on her phone

Suddenly, her pierce blue eyes
Catch site of a torn-up book
She painfully starts making her way
Towards the track with a determined look

At last, after an hour’s try
She reaches her final point
Only to find a lonesome bible
Lying next to a wasted joint

She grasps it up, with bleeding knuckles
Starts reading the fine words off the page
Up to the rend where it’s torn apart
And halts to think for a stage

Is there really a god out there?
Someone to look up to and worship
Someone who could chase away her troubles and fears
To clear her heart and body from the tip

And if so, where is he?
Why isn’t he helping her?
She’s been praying day and night
So why are all her answers just a blur?

All of a sudden, she hears a click in the door
Sounding deep from within the lock
And as her bloodshot eyes become panicked and worn
Her beaten body stays still from the shock

What will happen now?
She’s lost too much blood to even move
So many questions roam about inside
Bu all the responses give no clues

Rapidly, the door bursts open
And in he comes with his favourite knife
A nasty smirk plays upon his lips
As he plans to embezzle her life

She fiddles around, but makes not a sound
As she hopelessly and silently prays her last prayer
Before her head hits the cold, shallow ground.