Silent and still as hours before
Deathly hush, she'll wake no more.
Coroner's table now's her bed
Absent thoughts coming through her head.
One night dreams, fantasies charms
Lured into someone elses arms,
Deceived by his romantic wiles
Night time woman no longer smiles.
For long years she played roulette
Nothing had happened, no not yet!
Addictions lies, nothing to fear,
Suddenly one night, death grew near!
Now she lies cold as a stone
No more roaming without a home.
Childhood dreams for a little girl
Gone with breath in death's dark whirl.
Once the lady of love and fashion
Starving, hungry, now food she rations
Though rescue's message she had heard,
Now made last trip to another world!
Author notes
Impression immediately was one of the subject in the poem and her state wherein we find her...A message of empathy and concern for her, but too late...Encouraging help for those in this plight.
A contest entry
- Close your eyes and tell me what you see by Meroza.
1100 points, ended November 8, 2008, 24 entries
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Your thoughts about this muse....
Comments
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Very sad, but a great write !!!
A good take on the pic prompt.
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Very sad write here
Its often a hard life from birth to death when lost in a world that speaks of love only her ears never heard them .Sad write indeed
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You have delved deeply into a subject that can have very dire consequences. Very well written and gives much food for thought. You never disappoint, my Sister.
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Very sad but, a great interpretation
of this picture. All the best to you in this
contest and thanks a lot for sharing it!
Jeremy0826 -
Nice vision on the picture. A wonderful write to a sad story, probably told by many unknown jane doe's. Very deep.
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This was incredibly deep, and perhaps even a bit dark....yet...darkly touching.
It really crept inside and made an impression upon my mind.
Most definitely a favorite of mine, an intense quality, yet the words, the message, seeped and etched themself within, left their meaning to further infiltrate....
Once finished, the fire is doused, but the smoke remains to leave its scent, swirl round you, and infiltrate your senses. I would say that this poem is like that for me....burns initially, but even after completion, the tendrils still grip.
Incredible.
Smile♫
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Wow this is deep, dark and sad! This poem really grabs a hold on you and won't let to and the emotions in it all are just wow!
Thanks for entering and good luck
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