Chantou’s Whisper

12 May

Originally started writing this as a ballad, but is has evolved over time. I still think there is more to do before this poem is finalised, but thought I would share where I currently at with it. Enjoy!

Born to dearth, a life with no guarantee
Innocence lost to others selfish desires
Brought to a life unjust and harsh,
Bought in life by demons in disguise

Love to be foreign forever, living to service lust
Night after night, working tirelessly
Only pubescent sapling, yet
Earning her keep to have a life

The economic beat devours her,
She supplies her demand
A young body no more a flower
Wilted petals, she lays asunder

Her cries ignored, tears dry
Money is her prison, but
She is not greedy
Fear controls her every deed

When there is no where to run
No darkness black enough to hide
Demons flash golden smiles
Her escape lost as we sit silent

The dawn falls behind closed doors
Sleep is final, as it creeps
A final word, no more than a whisper
“Who cared about me?”

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Posted by on Sunday 12th May, 2013 in Poetry


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