No One but She

No One but She

A Poem by Kat

I saw this girl, she had to be around thirteen. She was walking the railroad ties. Then I saw her sit down. She sat on the trestle looking down into the rippled and polluted water. I know what was on her mind, you could almost read it in the reflection in the water of her eyes.

She was depressed. It was only obvious. She heard a train, The loud rumble of the heavy freight carts gliding across the shinning rails and the loud warning whistle telling her to move. The unmistakable sound of tons of steel trying to come to a hault. For a moment evrything in life stops, flash memories flow threw your head at the speed of light .

I thought for sure this was the moment, I said my prayers, God help her please. I closed my eyes and everything turned black, the sound of the enormous train barraling towards her, ground rumbling under neith me, coming closer....closer to this problem child.

I looked up for a moment, this poor soul was still sitting there, she had her hands together and her head hung low. Then I realized she too was praying. This poor soul didnt know wether to jump or just lie down.

She came to her senses and ran....she ran as fast as she could until she was off the trestle.

She wept, I watched her from afar. No-one knew her troubles, no-one wanted to listen. Did anyone care?  I dont think so.

A couple of weeks later, I saw her again. I could hardly believe my eyes.  She was famished, her clothes tattered and falling off. I felt so bad for her, my heart ached. What was I to do? What could I have done? What could I have said?

The next day in the Sunday paper, I read the obituary. A picture cought my eye. I read further on. A tear came to my eyes as I read...Solita Montovlo, thirteen years of age. Couse of death- unknown. I must have swollowed my heart two or three times.

This child was never known for all the good she did, she wasnt known for anything at all.

Did anyone care? no...I dont think so.

Why didnt anyone listen to her whaling cries?

What was wrong with her?

Why was she so broken?

I dont know, I didnt listen.

© 2012 Kat


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