Whore’s Life

By Caleb James K.


She fell from grace
without a trace
because she couldn’t face
living in this place.

Anymore
life’s a bore
for the whore
who wanted more.

So she ran
to a man
who had a plan
for the streets he’d scan.

Wishing away
every day
to find a way
to say the words she could not say.

Life was bleak
she grew weak
too weak to speak
of the love she should seek. 

Someday she’d find
when in a bind
no man was behind
her heart strings to wind.

Old she grew
living eschew
becoming a shrew
there was nothing she could do.

Why oh why
did she live for the high
the need to fly
while watching her life pass by?

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