
In the faint glow of a freshly lit match
He sees her crumpled body on the bed
Her delicious curves always his weakness
But her tongue

In the faint glow of a freshly lit match
He sees her crumpled body on the bed
Her delicious curves always his weakness
But her tongue
A child’s letter to God… God, who is worshiped in many forms but I have given him a name I believe in: “Universal Ear”, because he is ALWAYS listening…
Dear God,
I have learnt about many kinds of pain in life that come from getting hurt, falling down, breaking a bone but there is one kind of pain that is quite difficult to express in words. It is the pain that arises out of fear and resides within me and it is building stronger day by day.
It began with your hand in mine, firm, the kinds which
Silently say never let go and I never intended to
Was it then the strong winds that took your hand away?