Lullaby.

still a work in progress, it's really meant to be read out loud. comments please. I hear your voice,lulling me to sleep. two L's like lullaby. Lilly. Your hands of too rough skin softly making soothing circles on my back-- uncharacteristic. I am too youngto hear you cry out, Asylum! Tell the preacher. He kneels in the pews, eyes closed, hands clasped, facing a setting sun. He knows your pain. You tell him of itin hushed tears on brushed leather. In unanswered prayers. I know your pain. I feel it in the soft touch, the too rough skin, the wavering, lulling voice.