Figures entwine themselves under the luminous streetlamps
I pass by, an unknown dressed in shame
Linked arms to a man who I’ve never even heard of
The price I pay for a distraught mother in a poor town
Her face comes to me in dreams as I lay next to another paying customer
She gave me a ribbon made out of silk, So I wouldn’t forget her
Star gazing at glaring stars when I lift up my dress
A cross tucked into my garter
I gave up my faith the first time I hitched my dress over my head
Tears long since dried with every man in distant towns
An unforgiving price to pay for leering life
Women glare at me on every street corner
Theirs always that one suggestive wink thrown my way
Dark alleyways and ear muffling moans freeze me on the inside
Running in a labyrinth with no end or beginning
I’ll weep behind the closed doors so no one can hear me
Seductive grins in the afternoon so I can survive
Gazing into the eyes of young girls in the same hell that I am
I’ve long since pawned the ribbon she gave me
The vision of her long since distorted and blurred
A contest entry
- Why? by Pandorea.
900 points, ended March 5, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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the thing that really got to me in this poem was "I’ve long since pawned the ribbon she gave me". this is a great read.
thank you muchly for entering. -
There's a lot of potential in your writing, good word choices and distinct imagery. It's lacking that something intangible that sets it apart from potential and pure, unhindered ability. When you find that, and I'm convinced that you will, it's going to be a pleasure for all those to read your work.
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