A PLACE TO LAY MY HEAD

Drip! Drip!

Knock! Knock!

"Who’s there?"

Me here

Open the door!

"Why?"

Why not?

“Tell me…Why?”

“What if …

…you are the man that slays another?”

I’m not!

I’m hurt!

It’s raining!

It’s pouring!

I need to rest!

Please just open the door…

…So I may lay my drooping head

“Oh no!”

“No No!”

“I know you not”

“But on my pavement you may lay…”

“You may lay your head there…

…For a little while”

But why?

I sigh

I sob

I’m hurting deep

I need

I really need…

...A place…I plead

A place to lay my head

“Be gone!”

“Go away stranger!”

“Go away!”

“To the hay”

“And make a bed”

“My home”

“This dwelling of mine”

“This home is closed”

“So you can’t rest here”

I sigh

I cry

But you don’t budge

And still…

…I need…

…A place…

…To lay…

My head!

 

By Sylvia Chika

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