Dark

Stumbling drunk, The alley is dark But not as dark as what’s inside Something sinister steadies my stride, I’m being led by something primal. Feeling stalked by it since my arrival, For forty dollars, I can be king Alone in a single room, she lives, To strangers, Her body she gives, Probably sold by her family, For a debit they owed, Still ashamed, By the selfishness, I showed, Looking back through decades of time, Our innocence lost More than forty dollars, My soul it cost. JEV