Prayers Not Heard Poem by julia d

as the stars pop out,
and i've brushed my teeth,

combed my hair,
and hear the frogs' little peeps,

i pull my covers up,
and up,

and up,
and i glance at your picture, but my eyes are stuck.

because a picture's all i have,
you're not in the room over.

can you see me?
can you hear me?

will this nightmare be over?
i put the photo down,

and shut off the lights.
and before i drift off,

i ask God, 'why didn't you fight? '