The Foureyed Poet

The young girl walked very slowly

down a crowded and noisy street.

Head bowed feeling alone and lowly

not wanting to talk shuffling her feet.

Dejection showed in her pretty face

looking much older than her years.

Yet another statistic lost without trace

in the dingy streets where evil appears.

Each day filled with such deep despair

forced to be abused just to survive.

Feeling no decent human was out there

not caring whether she was dead or alive.

Sixteen years had passed Elli by

her parents had thrown her out at fourteen.

Confused and upset giving up wondering why

learning how life could be so mean.

Met a man she thought was so nice

but he introduced her to hard drugs.

Which led within a short time to vice

he was a pimp one of the many thugs.

Deep in the rut unable to escape

Elli felt death was…

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  1. Beautiful poem!


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