Search This Blog

Monday, March 16, 2015

Apostrophe

    As she sits and thinks about what shes's done, she wonders what her mother would have thought."Please don't hate me mother!" she exclaims. She waits for a response, but knows it won't come, it never will. Her thoughts shift to her father, whom she never even met. "O father, please rescue me from my sins!"
She pleads to anyone and everyone she has ever known. No one in this life could hear her now, she must rely on those who have moved on.
   She doesn't know if they are listening, but she has to believe in something, or else her pleas will go unheard. Her cries of mercy ring into the dark, starry night. She is alone in this desolate place where no one can hear a troubled girl's deepest secrets being yelled aloud. The screams blend together through the night, until finally, all is silent, every sin forgiven.

No comments:

Post a Comment