" First Twilight "

A poem about the growing problem of teen prostitution

Down the dark street the girl would walk,

Sullenly broken, block to block.

 

In bitter cold or rainy night,

She's always there at first twilight

 

Long brown hair which she never cleans,

A gold cross necklace and torn jeans.

 

Pale blue eyes, a sea of distress

At fifteen years, her life is a mess.

 

Car pulls up and she gets,

Will she be, the next homicide?

 

THe nightly trick for someone's treat,

Runaway girl trying to eat.

 

There's no hope left but getting caught,

This crazy life, school never taught.

 

Then she cries out for heaven's aid

Her Father's there, His mercies paid.

 

Local shelter a place to stay,

A light of hope along the way.

 

A shattered life being restored,

In God's eyes, her soul is adored.