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Street Girl

Contributed by mary0005 on Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 05:57:26 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

When wandering the streets,
You should never be alone.
Yet sometimes I was;
But never fully
Alone.

The girl.
Seven or eight at most.
Hair: dark, stiff from misuse.
Eyes: deep brown and vindictive.
Body: small, weary of ignorance.
Clothing: ragged, wearing what once was a light purple dress.

She lives,
Loitering the streets.
Taking what the guilt of strangers
Offers and stealing
What else is needed.
She is stealthy and discreet,
Always there
When you least expect her.

She doesn’t talk.
Words seem to come,
Linger in her mouth
And disappear.

Her face: stolid.
Yet to look deeper is an unwanted and
Odious gift given to me.
She is melancholy and deeply needs attention.

I never walk alone
Or I will see her face,
Sad and needy as it is.
I sense danger,
It is almost imminent and I must avoid!

Today, I had no choice.
I walked, kept my eyes
Staring down.
Just a moment, lost concentration
Looked up.

She was there.
She glowered at me.
Fright filled my senses,
My fear was evident.
The stare was chronic and I,
Apprehensive.
The tedious moments passed without action.

I concentrated on my thought.
Intrepid, I spoke.
I felt something for her.
Could it be…care?
“What is your name?”
My mouth barely moved
Yet the words came out:
Useless.
Meaningless.

I tried again, more emphasis.
I succeeded: she spoke.
I took her dirty, grimy hands.
And we walked:
Home.

Copyright Â© mary0005 ... [ 2004-02-22 17:57:26]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Street Girl (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 07:05:49 PM AEST
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Some one with heart came along.thank God keep them poems coming.see one of mine please.Wes...

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