Forced Fun

Shadowed nights, with dimly lit streets,
An eerie silence, slowly in it creeps,
Shady people with heads heads held low,
Eyes filled with malice, an evil glow.

Into rooms they go and out they walk,
Torturing the souls to the ticking if the clocks,
Force her, rape her, Alas! Choice she has none,
She is forced into this game of one sided fun.

She sits down quietly, she is young they say,
Where is her childhood to be happy and gay?
She is dressed and jeweled, waiting for her turn,
Under another man’s breath tonight she’ll burn.

She wipes her eyes, there is no place for tears,
Forced into this for her starving family’s fears,
A shadow walks in, into the room he creeps,
For family again, with a stranger she’ll sleep.

A Story Yet to be Told

My life is a story,
Still untold,
Filled with fears,
And at times being bold.
It has taken time to build up,
Bit by bit,
And now someone needs,
To join this puzzle to make it all fit.
Maybe some family or a friend,
Someone close to my heart,
Who has been with me at each of life’s bends.
But does anyone really know my full story?
Of all the times I have lost,
Or smiled because of the joy of glory?
My life is a story,
Still untold,
Filled with fears,
And at times being bold.

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