Poetry

FALSE FOOTSTEPS

By 23rd February 2007December 9th, 2019No Comments

Lying in the dark…waiting in the darkness…
Expecting…waiting…not wishing…
There it is…there it is again…footsteps…
That sound…the tread…that tread…false footsteps…
God’s man…a ‘holy man’…not a wholly ‘man’.
The tread…on the stair…it comes…
Nearer…measured…slow paced…tormenting…
My eyes shut tightly…I stop breathing…
Maybe it is not my turn tonight…
Footsteps should be welcomed…not false…
Not false footsteps…should be from a holy man…
Not from an unholy man.
Evil lurks there…unholy evil…
Foul…depraved…utter evil.

It is quiet now…where is it?…that tread…
Not there…not there…maybe there is no unholy visit…
Not there…gone…thank God…
Wait!…no…oh no!…it is there…
There it is again…nearer…creeping…upon us now…
Unholy man…he comes…near…at the door…
Upon us…we babes in the wood…innocent…but sullied…
We chicks in the nest…innocents…defiled…
Which one of us tonight…not me…
Please not me…O God please not me…
Not again…not my turn…But who?
Evil enters…unholy man…he is here…
Treading softly…falsely…creeping…

He nears…nears me…my breath held…lying still…
Unholy man creeps past me…not me…please not me…
Unholy man…now slithers past…
Tonight not me…someone else…
Slowly…hunting…like a hunter…
He stops…unholy man stops…stops still…
My heart pounding…pounding in my ears…
Bursting…holding my breath…
He turns…I feel him slowly turn…towards me…
Not make a sound…evil stops still…
I feel his depraved, evil, piercing gaze…upon me…
Pierces me…like a hot blade…
Unholy…wholly evil…

Oh no!…me gasping…he hears me…unholy man…
He hears…he knows…O God! He knows…
False footsteps …they come creeping towards me…
Slowly to me…the tread…the unholy tread…
It nears…I smell him…stale…acrid soap…but dirty…
I am undone…terror befalls me…
Tears…hot burning tears…rivulets…down my cheeks…
Unholy man is here…the man of God…of the cloth…
Bony fingers…divest me of the cloth…the cloth that covers me…
Unholy…bony fingers…unholy hands…
Make their way to…to…on me…it begins…
Silently…I scream…I scream within…shut it out…
Shut it out…O God!…O please God…have mercy on me…
O my Lord…sweet Lord…make it stop…shut it out…
O my Saviour…O please God…my sweet Saviour…
O please…save me…save me…
Save me from false footsteps.

Kevin M Welsh

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