Dresses tattered. Eyes vacant
Hair matted. Souls ancient
To the touch
of a man, their bodies yielded
Their hearts
away, barred and shielded
Love an
illusion, a poets dream
A haunting
phantom, a cruel scheme
Shoes battered. Gaze blurry
Nails
glittered. Memory murky
In exchange
for themselves, given to coin
Their senses stolen, their innocence purloined
Happiness a
devil, a smile that stings
A thief in
disguise, a taker of things
Beauty shattered. Features sunken
Bones
jutted. Selves shrunken
Thrown away
by the world, in nowhere land
Life dealt
them a cruel, a deadly hand
Existence a
sentence, for a mortal sin
Playing a
game they never can win
I like the descriptive words used, as it gives a good reflection of the lifestyles of the ladies.
ReplyDeleteThanks Michelle! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment :)
DeleteYour poem slapped me in the face and made me say, whoa. Very atmospheric, cold and bleak. Amazing!
ReplyDeleteThanks, my friend. Should I be happy you felt what my words were trying to show? :) Yes.
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