In the prostitute"s mind

The bare soul

A hopeless hole 

Scares every where

Does any one care

Frights of the night

Laying in the corner of a dark room with dim lights

Silent screams for divine

Awww that knock on the door 

Is it God there?or just another flesh bidder

Hahahaha God doesn't come to a s***s den (inner voice)

It must be another man 

Here he is with his devilish smile 

Giving her sight of currency notes delight

How easy it is to bid for flesh ?

And even if you don't win ,you can still take her to bed

And she will smile for a while 

In her little dress,dark lipstick laying on her sinful bed

After he is gone 

After the rituals of lust 

She will lay again 

Torn between hope and reality 

Will God come ?

But we all know it will just be another man 

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Chris]

People are the same and yet people are different. Unique but not. We make many assumptions - and so many are valid some of the time but not everytime.

Generalizing mindsets is a dangerous assumption... you start to believe your opinions.

[Anamaria]

This is such a sad poem. The cycle of grief and sin is truly expressed and the person feels trapped in this lifestyle. The wording makes it easy to visualize with enough mystery left to the imagination