forgotten child

she stood at the corner
she waited all night,
for someone to drive buy
to make her feel alright ,
she waited there for hours
in the cold and the rain,
50 bucks in her pocket
enough to ease her pain,
how long has it been
since she had her last taste,
of that white powered hell
not a drop would she wast,
she,s acing and shaking
as she hold,s her dirty spoon,
needle in her bruised hand
hoping it will be soon,
she stands there and wonder,s
how did her life take this twist,
once she was happy
but now the bottom of the list,
no one will worry
about how she has been,
no one to care
never to be seen,
after a while
a car pulls up alongside,
she stand,s there looking pretty
her face she tries to hide,
she gives him her money
he gives her a white bag of treat,s,
she,s left there in the rain
the white hell she is about to meet,
she walk.s down the dark ally
as she start,s to cry,
she look,s up to the heaven,s
and scream,s out GOD please tell me why,
she is battered and beaten
from her needle,s of pain,
it,s time to stop now
she wont do this again,
year,s of touchier
has built up inside,
there is nowhere to run
there is nowhere to hide,
so with her last needle
this devil she is about to meet ,
the last time flowing through her body
sadly now she forever sleep,s
goodbye forgotten child,xxxxx
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Comments
Well written story. I've known many that are on that path as once myself. I only pray that the day comes that all find a way to leave it. At times it seems like a good way but it never ends that way. Good Stuff
thank you rick nice of you to comment , paul