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Prayer of a "Prostitute"

  • Writer: Ebenezer Veerasingam
    Ebenezer Veerasingam
  • Oct 21, 2019
  • 1 min read

"I've come a long way Lord

When will my room see your light?

My demand among them grows by day

When will this suffering come to an end?


I remember your early morning whispers

I feel thy comfort when I scream in pain

When will you take me away, Lord?

I need your strength until then.


How did I get here?

You alone know my path.

I still cherish that last glance of my child.

When will I see him again?


People who lived in this room before

I hear they never lived long.

Mothers, lovers and wives

Have had their last breath here,

In this room where I'm crying from.


My body feels weak.

My heart is tired of beating.

My breasts have lost their luxury

And my womb has become a funeral parlour.


I hear the next one at the door, knocking.

Lord, save me out of this waiting room,

This room that leads to death."


 
 
 

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