Poem -
Runaway
She escaped on a bus
No fuss, Eyes wide
In wonderment
No going back
Stubborn with pride.
At last the city to claim
For fortune and fame.
Small and frail
Lost in a concrete maze
No hope for
Wayward strays.
Bright city lights
Casting shadows
Hiding its secrets
Whispering
The last rites.
Our once country rose
Huddled in doorways
Cold to the toes.
Dreams
To foreclose.
No lights, no stage
Only a backstreet cage
Plied a new trade
Openly displayed.
To be used
Abused
Hope
Extinguished
Identity
Relinquished.
Young turned old
In shadows
Stronghold.
Prayed for release
It had to cease.
Hidden in the morning mist
A razor to the wrist
Waiting for the graveyard shift.
Β© Alan Noakes
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Comments
excellent write
Very good. You've nailed the atmospheric!