Paulette Calasibetta Poet Kyrielle

Abandoned

Beneath a lamppost on a deserted street 
                               A young girl nervously taps her feet
                          The sidewalk heaves;unsteady in her step
                                    Trembling, she softly wept

                            Bleak and dark the evening sky
                        No sign or hope for a kind passer-by;
                        Orphaned, a cast off, unfit to be kept
                               Trembling, she softly wept

                    Phantom shadows transform into stalkers on the prowl
                         She shudders by the sound of a screeching owl;
                          A child forsaken, a destiny of loss and neglect
                                 Trembling, she softly wept.



February 20, 2017

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James Inman October 16, 2017 at 9:04 AM Very sad Paulette, but beautifully written. Paulette Calasibetta October 16, 2017 at 9:52 AM Thanks James, truly sad that there is a reality in this.

Jesse Zerlaut March 28, 2017 at 9:19 AM This is deeply tragic and heart-wrenching. But it gives a glimpse of a very real world for some children. Thank you for sharing this with us. a 7+ Paulette Calasibetta March 28, 2017 at 7:18 PM Thanks Jesse... yes it does go on....it's heart wrenching and disturbing that in this world there are children suffering every day.

Demetrios Trifiatis March 11, 2017 at 5:52 AM Moving and powerful it is as though one stands beside this unfortunate girl that has been thrown to the vultures of sex to be devoured! God have mercy! A fantastic poem! A 7 my dear Paulette many times over! Paulette Calasibetta March 11, 2017 at 6:48 AM Demetrios, yes, God have mercy on those young girls, somewhere out there, lost to the mire of the sex traffic trade....and "thank you" for the 7!

Andrea Dietrich March 10, 2017 at 8:36 PM wow, this is heart wrenching, Paulette. You really captured the mood of sadness here. WEll done.

Paulette Calasibetta February 20, 2017 at 9:44 AM Very sad, indeed.....and sadly this continues to go on....there is no happy ending.

Daniel Turner February 20, 2017 at 9:34 AM These days she would be snatched up and sold as a sex slave. This is a very sick world, Paulette. The poem is very sad.