'Trapped' Poem by Linda Winchell

Fingernails painted… pink and pretty
Hair and toes all… done up too.
Off to meet a man not known
To make a living…making ten bucks or two.

Laying down all of her gifts to share
In a dirty back road… hotel room.
Forced to do…some unthinkable acts
Forced to breach… her now lifeless body’s tomb.

No feelings expressed…that were genuinely felt
She’s been at this for many a year.
Cold as ice…from abuse and inner held pain
Shown on her cheek with …one single unseen tear.

She wants to escape…the hell that she’s in
But feels lost…with no way out.
She knows that her life…one day may tragically end
For that was the price…of what was bought.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009