“Little girl, you look lost”
Where has your mother gone?
Head between her knees, like a child in a blanket,
Afraid of the dark, or just an unlit world.
But burning candles won’t chase the dark away, no,
The dark has found its place in this little girl,
And she has found her place with the black.
Suffocating, yet promising.
“Where has your mother gone, little girl?”
The dark has her scared to death, but promises her that it will always be with her.
Always, and forever.
It will hold her hand the way ‘she’ used to,
And will never leave her side, like ‘she’ does so often...
The little girl looks up, blue eyes glowing off the little given light around her,
If any at all.
“Where is your mother?”
A bony finger guides my eyes to the streets,
Where the light is,
But to her, it seems darkest of all.
Sweet seduction takes place in these streets, company with a price.
Is this where your mother is,
Offering herself on the job, receiving bread on the table.
“She’ll be home soon” she tells herself, but until then,
The dark will give her the company she so desperately needs.
Oh little girl, where has your mother gone…
Paving over this beaten road that many walk,
The road you are destined to follow.
Where has your mother gone?
Head between her knees, like a child in a blanket,
Afraid of the dark, or just an unlit world.
But burning candles won’t chase the dark away, no,
The dark has found its place in this little girl,
And she has found her place with the black.
Suffocating, yet promising.
“Where has your mother gone, little girl?”
The dark has her scared to death, but promises her that it will always be with her.
Always, and forever.
It will hold her hand the way ‘she’ used to,
And will never leave her side, like ‘she’ does so often...
The little girl looks up, blue eyes glowing off the little given light around her,
If any at all.
“Where is your mother?”
A bony finger guides my eyes to the streets,
Where the light is,
But to her, it seems darkest of all.
Sweet seduction takes place in these streets, company with a price.
Is this where your mother is,
Offering herself on the job, receiving bread on the table.
“She’ll be home soon” she tells herself, but until then,
The dark will give her the company she so desperately needs.
Oh little girl, where has your mother gone…
Paving over this beaten road that many walk,
The road you are destined to follow.
Author notes
I guess this is just about how childrens' lives naturally take the shape and form of their parents, good or bad, for better or for worse, and such dark feelings can be a result of not having a proper childhood
Picture prompt. http://aljzak.deviantart.com/art/the-wall-131892022
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gosh, your talented! i think you definitely proved yourself contest wise. (:
this is so good, i love the emotion and how you incorporated dialogue into the poem, lots of poets dont do that, but you really made it work. bravo
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really amazing emotional write keep it up
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Wow, very interesting and sadly very true. "Afraid of the dark, or just an unlit world.
But burning candles won’t chase the dark away, no,
The dark has found its place in this little girl,
And she has found her place with the black." I really love those lines. Their quite stunning; as the rest of the write. Amazing job. :]


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there some really great lines in this. Its very creative and a bit powerful. Good job.
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"The dark has her scared to death, but promises her that it will always be with her.
Always, and forever."
I love that, it seems to show how people find comfort in unlikely places, sometimes they just need something to be there even if it's not good for them. A wonderful poem about such a touchy subject. You're very talented. -
This was a very intense write and the story flowed really well throughout. I really liked the repetition of 'where is your mother?', it helped to instill a very strong idea. I agree with what you say too, nurture and childhood does shape us for the rest of our live.
"Afraid of the dark, or just an unlit world."
That's a really stunning line, it just jumped out at me.
Thank you for your entry!
--Katie.

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