Sunday, August 26, 2007


Victimized by theft
They stole her life, her luxury, her light
And left her to rot in the cold, heartless night
Her heart is heavy with loss
All hope seems lost
Desperation, fear, and despair
Remain rich in the air
She spends time curled up in a corner
Struggling to find a way to keep warm
Her teeth are yellow
Passer bys are so shallow
One glance is all she gets
And then they look away and regret
Ever looking in the first place
At her face
Full of pain and sorrow
Never looking towards tomorrow
Her beauty is long gone
Days are nearly done
So scrawny all her bones protrude
From her figure, so rude
Somebody save her...

1 comment:

Iwalktheline said...

Do you use female characters for your poetry most often? This poem makes me feel guilty for so many times of turning away from some moment I could have helpped another human being...its very powerful


word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming