The 57th key

 
 Years ago
when death flowed over the window sill,
holding my breath to still my heart
and under blankets with my eyes
shut tight against the darker darkness
of eternal night
I prayed to who knows who that they would
make things right
 
it happened so
that darkness went,
it seems that who knows who
did know and heard my plea
I owe a debt to he or she
but
who knows who that is.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.