The Girl Poem by Paul Warren

I knew her as the lonely girl
Who loved her tunes she knew well
And she would walk by
With her head held high
When people would laugh at her
She would act as if it didn't occur

As she grew older she was ignored
Walking around the city as she explored
But who's to say in her lot
Who is right in the head or not
On that faithful day it started the same
But with one important difference I will explain

That morning she walked out into the street
This time with her music playing loudly in a morning greet
As she walked by she would stare
And each person would fall in behind her there
As the day went by the crowd grew
Staring ahead and walking behind her too

At sundown the crowd went to the town square
With her in the middle of the throng standing there
That was last night and the crowd has grown
With people joining it all the time as the group became known
And we don't know what to do next
As more and more people come under her hex.

© Paul Warren Poetry