Happiness lost, in a vain pursuit…
The journey insignificant, for a glorified destination
And, a race of neon-addicts and marathon men
A caricature called life…
She embraces all…
With equal love or equal indifference
Sweetening the acrid nights…
Making mindless hate…
She leads you to her room and takes off her life…
To take the world in
Closing her eyes…to open them in a faraway land…
If only, Freud interpreted her dreams
She moves on through changing rates and changing times
Yet, her face is hidden…
And, the fight for the street corner is on
While, every night, she waits as they try to choose the best…
The lure of money, as the world seeks to invest…
She sways to the music…
Hoping, the make-up is loud enough
To silence the hunger inside
And, she wakes up alone…every dawn
The oldest profession denying her the afterglow…
Taking an early bath…
To wash away the tears for the rest of the day…
8 comments:
i like....but somehow this piece could ve been a little more powerful because brother, thats what you ve always given us...powerful pieces that is....its very good nevertheless...but you ve done better...
"She embraces all...With equal love or equal indifference" These lines are one of my favorite parts of this post...I love this one, and I can't wait to see the next. Keep writing.
"She leads you to her room and takes off her life…
To take the world in
Closing her eyes…to open them in a faraway land…
If only, Freud interpreted her dreams" You must have a beautiful soul....to touch the strings of such delicate aspects of the world so tenderly....i love the gentle beauty of your words...you amaze me each time...keep writing
the fight for the street corner is on...To silence the hunger inside...
Its interesting how the world works, isn't it?
"She leads you to her room and takes off her life…
To take the world in" - I like the smoothness of these words, Ritz. I like the feeling to some things as well as the indifference to others...
A very different insight to a common issue and very touching
"And, she wakes up alone…every dawn
The oldest profession denying her the afterglow…
Taking an early bath…
To wash away the tears for the rest of the day…"
that says about all about life in the 21th century
very good, love the imagery. Story of so many women who sell themselves short, or literally interpreted prostitute themselves...but i like to think that there is a gray area about this poem where you are describing not just one woman, but many woman, and how they devalue themselves by giving themselves away for far to cheap to far to undeserving a man.
fabulous................loved it totally....the emotions of the distressed are so well hidden behind the make-up of the verse,yet, one understands the pain.....it is a treat to those tears of the day...
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