She is lost in the city built of sorrow
and pain, and walks among the
many who are searching for blame.
Her heart filled with nothing but love
has been broken, beaten, and bruised,
so with a syringe filled with evil
she feels like she has nothing to lose.
as she carefully draws it back then
slowly pushes it in, for just a few moments
she feels no more pain, but more like a
young child who is playing in a warm
summer rain. She now looks to escape
from a life of sorrow and many regrets,
so it is with her own demons that she
gambles and her life is the bet. Like so many
before her, and yet many more to come,
her addiction has caught her with nowhere
to run. She is a beautiful woman, yet is
still in her teens, this life on the streets
was not in her dreams. With no money
for shelter or even warm clothes, she
is exhausted and hungry it is winter and
cold. Her gorgeous young body is still
hers, and it is not up for trade but with
enough money and drugs I would guess
that she just might be swayed.
This life she has chosen is not one to
be had, her eyes that once sparkled are
now so distant and sad. She is lost on the
streets called desperation and despair with
the feeling of drowning she is gasping
for air what will she do and where will
she go now nobody really knows as she
is now part of the streets and will do
what she needs to do to live.
This poem that I have written is extremely sad
but very true, while speaking on addiction she
and I met one day, her age just fifteen and her
name is blue.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A Poet's Journey