Hair matted
Clothes tattered
She drags her tired feet
Nobody noticed when she walked out of the door
Nobody cares that she sleeps on the floor
There's no where to go when the nights turn bad
No one to turn to when she gets real sad
She fends for herself alone on the streets
She hates her life and the people she meets
They think she's a Pro or taking drugs
But she's running away from a life of no hugs
Never a bit of love has she known
Never an emotion has she shown
She sits in her spot with a hat on the floor
Begging for money, then begging some more
A thought crosses her weary mind
A thought of the not very nice kind
A life of abuse, pain and torment
Replaced by a life of fear and resent
She walks to the bridge with fast paced water
And thinks of her life as no one's daughter
She plunges her body over the side
Splashing about, there's nowhere to hide
It took three days for her body to be found
That teenage runaway dead on the ground
Her body washed up with a crack in her head
That teenage runaway's another one dead
Hair matted
Clothes tattered
Under the coroner's sheet
Author notes
30 lines exactly, woo hoo... I hope this is okay, I know the ending is a tad graphic, but it's nothing I didn't write when I was fifteen, so I don't see any harm in putting it up... I chose Option 2 and Runaway, in case you hadn't noticed hehe...
A contest entry
- Options [PIF] by Beauty Of Silence.
650 points, ended March 19, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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wow,okay awesome.thats what i was.great write.
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Oh my! this is simply heart-breaking! wow! your emotions were just so raw and powerful! i liked the way this poem told a story! and i pretty much liked the rhyme too...
Your 4th and 5th stanza were truely sad! sorrowful!
Thank you for following my rules and entering my contest! appreciate it! Best wishes!
Much love always,
Ranji
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