Slipping in and out of the shadows
Hiding in dank doorways
Sliding into view when a car appears
Dressed to allure, revealed to tempt
She came here on a promise
From her home overseas
Lured by a job, a flat and a future
Little did she know what awaited her
Concealed at safe distance
A sinister figure skulks in the shadows
Watching his terrified victim
Plying his loathsome trade
One day she will disappear
Unknown, anonymous, a number
She will be replaced by another
Then another then another and another
Hiding in dank doorways
Sliding into view when a car appears
Dressed to allure, revealed to tempt
She came here on a promise
From her home overseas
Lured by a job, a flat and a future
Little did she know what awaited her
Concealed at safe distance
A sinister figure skulks in the shadows
Watching his terrified victim
Plying his loathsome trade
One day she will disappear
Unknown, anonymous, a number
She will be replaced by another
Then another then another and another
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Beautiful poem, Very sad but true.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work, Keith!
Take care
Tory
broken dreams, borken heart...
ReplyDeletesad and true....
no recognition, sad,that's the worst part i suppose....unknown, anonymous..
ReplyDeletethank you - each new poem is brilliant
This is the sadder for it being so prevalent. So many exploited women, some of them not more than children.
ReplyDeleteewww how sad and dark Keith. I feel sad for her.
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