Carl Fraser Poet Rhyme

The Last Rose Petal Drops

Knocked down in the street
She struggles to her feet
Just another runaway who cant run away,
She sells her inner light
To the predators at night
So the violent man gets paid
She paints on lipstick smiles
It gets her thru the miles
But her body shows the wear
She vows one day to quit
But her word just isnt worth spit
And they would kill her if she dared
One day all bruised and sore
She wakes on a dirty floor
And she feels all inside has stopped
They zip her in a bag
Put Jane Doe on her tag
As the last rose petal drops

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Poet Destroyer A December 24, 2012 at 8:15 PM Carl, Once again, we find ourselves trapped in the Holiday Season. And, hear I am stopping by to say Hi and to wish you a Merry Christmas once again sincerely from my heart. Loving each moment I found comforting here on the soup. Thank you for any comment or support you have offered now or in the past. Love always & forever ~ PD Carl Fraser December 25, 2012 at 5:56 PM yes you are right Linda,, its just one big commercial trap, people dont realize the best gift is already given but we all get caught up in the atmoshere of it all and succumb to it. imagine the money people would have if christmas was not commercial. I hope and pray you are well my friend and you are with people who love you,, God bless,peace, and warmest love your friend Carl

Demetrios Trifiatis December 9, 2012 at 1:27 PM How true, how true! Wonderfully written!

Anne-Lise Andresen November 26, 2012 at 1:18 AM A very well written poem Carl. - My thoughts .....: for a "rotten" world we live in. .. Wish you a nice new week. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Poet Destroyer A November 25, 2012 at 10:37 PM Carl...interesting ..I can visual how hostile life can be when one is a female.... when I wss young I had a choice to run... or really run...I took the easy way out and decided to listen to my parents .. buzzing. ... glad Im no jane doe getting smacked by a john doe-Manson... the images here are horrifying. Happens in reality. Hope my world and rose petal... never fall that way.... and thank you for the comment on my poem...smiles....xox ...Linda Carl Fraser November 25, 2012 at 10:59 PM Thank you for reading and commenting Linda, i Value your opinion very much given your talent level,I have a story to tell you, its funny in a way and not funny,ill mail it to you