Prayer

You sit on my chest, breathing heavily,

Your words weigh more than a grand piano.

I tell you lies like “I missed you terribly”,

And my voice switches to a soprano.

You swing your legs from the edge of my ribs,

Digging your heels into my lung.

It must be true – you get what you give.

You are my death, and I met you too young.

But you just laugh, sounding like the devil.

No, I cannot stay mad at you.

I remember how I was once your rebel,

Now that memory feels like a worn-out shoe.

Yet here you are sitting on my chest,

Dragging me down like a rusty anchor.

I hope you know – I tried my damn best,

Despite the blasphemy and the slander.

-JW