Alone Poem by Melvina Germain
Alone
A lamp post, dark, dismal, barren street,
waiting in anticipation for the dealers wheels.
Tattered clothes, stiletto heels on weary feet.
A face torn, by the wrath of time,
no family, no loved ones to call her own.
No idea, where she will sit to dine.
Headlights slowly come to a stop,
she reaches out with quivering hands,
wondering all the while, could this be a cop.
Written Germain
By: Melvina Oct.15,2008
I was deeply touched by your poem. A sad, poignant depiction of reality that pervades our society.10/10.
Just brilliant....You have captured a moment that happens all too often in Canadian cities. Stunning imagery.
A stark, poignant piece! Well written and a sad truth in our culture
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 11:42:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
If it were a Cop. They would get her off the street. Sad but true.