Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

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Her Sin

Squatting next to a garbage bin,
she dons a fake smile that doesn't fit.
And though track marks tattoo her skin,
her addiction won't let her quit.

Abused by pimps and those she serves,
each encounter has left its mark.
And a cheap dress hugs girly curves,
as she shivers there in the dark.

Forced into a life of disgrace,
she feels she hasn't a single friend.
And her hair hides her haggard face,
trapped in the land of let's pretend.

Whispering sly, suggestive words,
she advertises sex for sale.
And propositions jocks and nerds,
feeling frightened, hungry, and frail.

Lewd proposals, oft crude and stark,
are overheard above the din.
And she sells herself in the dark,
praying God understands her sin.


(Quatrain)


8/22/2015

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Line Gauthier March 8, 2018 at 10:40 AM Emile, you are so gifted and blessed with deep compassion. This poem is a beautifully heartfelt description of a lost soul. Another FAVE for me. Emile Pinet March 8, 2018 at 10:59 AM Thanks Line, I appreciate both your comments and your support. Emile.

Anne-Lise Andresen August 23, 2015 at 7:25 AM - A touching ... but great poem and messages, Emile! - (Not so much time to "soup" the last few weeks) - I wish you a nice Sunday :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Emile Pinet August 23, 2015 at 8:03 AM Thanks Anne-Lise, I appreciate both your comments and your support. Emile.

Kp Nunez August 23, 2015 at 7:05 AM This is such a gripping poem about people in this sad plight. You have sensitively and effectively brought them to our attention. A very good write, Emile. Emile Pinet August 23, 2015 at 8:04 AM Thanks Kim, I appreciate both your comments and your support. Emile.

Lara Wash August 22, 2015 at 10:31 PM Emile your poetry is so vivid and visual. I pray that God will save the children. Emile Pinet August 23, 2015 at 8:04 AM Thanks Lara, I appreciate both your comments and your support. Emile.

Lindsay Laurie August 22, 2015 at 10:05 PM Crikey Emile... your poem slaps truth right across the face and yet everyone turns their eyes away in case they may be needed as a witness. I truly felt for the victim here - Lindsay Emile Pinet August 23, 2015 at 8:05 AM Thanks so much Lindsay, I appreciate both your comments and your support. Emile.

Arthur Vaso August 22, 2015 at 7:42 PM Emile, so sad, and I think somehow that by telling these stories, I hope we as humans gain even a few drops more of empathy and compassion for the weak and downtrodden! Great poem! Emile Pinet August 23, 2015 at 8:02 AM Thanks Arthur, I appreciate your comments and support. Emile.

Jadazzle United August 22, 2015 at 5:53 PM Such a powerful pen on a simply heartbreaking subject Emile:-( Hugs Jan xx Emile Pinet August 22, 2015 at 6:44 PM Thanks Jan, I appreciate your support. Emile.

Bill Lindsay August 22, 2015 at 9:21 AM achingly sad ... Emile Pinet August 22, 2015 at 6:42 PM Thanks Bill, I appreciate your support. Emile.