“Give me a second” I said as he left <br />And he stopped <br />I stood there praying for death <br />Cos only death could stop this thing <br />This vice grip around the heart in my chest <br /> <br />“Just wait one more second” I pushed him away <br />And he looked at me wounded <br />Before walking away <br />Just one more second I’ve got something to say <br />But first I need a second to pray <br />That something will take this vice grip away <br /> <br />“I need some more time” I begged and pleaded <br />But time was really the last thing I needed <br />Really I should have asked like he did <br />I pushed him so why was I shocked I'd succeeded?<br /><br />Lea Simpson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-second-to-pray/
