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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Published by Caleb James K.

Caleb is a freelance writer, aspiring novelist, and an avid reader. He is the creator of DPW and enjoys editing, as well as helping other writers with their work. When he's not writing or sipping fine whiskey, he can be found at the gym, hiking in the woods, or spending time with his crazy Siberian husky Nitro and wonderful girlfriend Mindy. View all posts by Caleb James K.