Weary and Tired
Cold the winter night as snow fell,
it drifted- collected on streets;
where a meandering lost girl struggled to walk,
weary and tired;
she ran away when it was warm,
when she had some money.
Now- had no shelter or money,
the wild frigid wind blew and blew;
when she could no longer walk she lay down in snow,
weary and tired;
down she sank into the soft snow,
a man knelt beside her.
He picked her up in his strong arms,
she woke up with a warm blanket;
he gave her food, a bath and nice clothes to put on,
weary and tired;
she just followed his instructions,
how to give a massage.
The massage parlor was a front,
it was really a bawdy house;
a brothel- she felt tarnished and stained forever,
weary and tired;
the things she did were disgusting,
often had a black eye.
He gave her some drugs by needle,
so she would be like a zombie;
she lay down on the dirty floor and closed her eyes,
weary and tired;
the police raided in a sweep,
found her dead on the floor.
They closed the place down, busted all,
the doors were padlocked- was shutdown;
the police never identified the dead girl,
weary and tired;
was buried in an unmarked grave,
just another lost girl.
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February 12, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Weary and Tired
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1328-100-12
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, They Closed The Brothel
sponsor, Kai Michael Newmann, Judged 03/05/2021
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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