Empty Shadows #39

“Face the facts of being what you are, for that is what changes what you are.” ― Søren Kierkegaard

Empty Shadows Thirty-Nine

Draft 1

By: Chase L. Currie

 

I met her under the London fog

            Crumbling under the Midnight lamp

‘What’s wrong, honey?’

            ‘Broken, doll,’

She stares at me with a flashing star in her gaze

            Poor, child never learn how to smile

Her pa sold her to the trade at thirteen

            For a buck and some dope

Her knuckles cracked

            With life, powder, a bit of blood

Washed in the streets

            ‘Where ya gonna, honey?’

‘Nowhere,’

            She placed a smoke in my lips

Took my hand

            ‘We gota get to His house,’

‘But I’m weary of these days, doll,’

            “Aren’t we all, but -‘

                        We gota miles to go,

                                    Miles to see still.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Nice write..but this does feel like the beginning or part of a wonderful story..
Enjoyed your poem,
Lisa, now in Spain