Almost...Again

Almost

I prayed the Lord my soul to keep,
But his voice, it haunts me as I sleep.

I keep saying it's a dream and he's not there,
But I can feel his dirty fingers in my hair.

My blankets, they touch me and feel like hands,
Grungy and grimy like they've been in the sand.

I ruthlessly throw them away,
I won't let them touch me that way.

"Shhh its okay…Just do as I say…"
He-He didn't touch me that way…

My eyes snap open and I look around,
My heavy breathing is the only sound.

Everyone keeps telling me its okay,
Because he didn't touch me that way.

But its his hands, I can feel them in my hair,
But He's not there! He's not there!

It's just me in my room alone.
It's only blankets I have thrown.

Not him. He's not there…
But it's his fingers, I feel in my hair.

But He's not there!
He didn't touch me there!

I have no right to feel ashamed,
I am the one who is to blame.

It's just me and my teddy bear.
There are no fingers in my hair…

By – A.Williams