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The Scarlet Lady Under the Lamp Light

Poetry By: donkylemore

the torture and double agony of a woman of the night
her yearning to rid herself of her afflictions
and to make the one gesture which might bring solace to her life

Submitted:Oct 21, 2008    Reads: 159    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

The scarlet lady stands under the slanted lamplight

Waiting for the predators of the night

She carries a handbag of inexpressible sorrow

And maybe a handgun, and may be tomorrow


She will find some way to waste the cursed affliction;

Avoid eviction; satiate the haunted hunted addiction.

Get a job ; maybe in a restaurant

Get therapy; but for now she's vigilant.


The cars cruise by the kerb, and a punter slows down;

One sicko tonight, dressed in his partner's bridal gown.

Sometimes she wants to use that gun and somehow blast away the sickness

Lance the abscess; rid her soul of this wretchedness.


For now she hopes again and despises herself as the car draws near;

And her heart is full of fear; but the hardened eye will allow no tear;

Bracing herself she sees her child in a ragged tent, ravished with Malaria

In her war torn village in Somalia


Were death to take him from her now

She could in peace avow;

To end this double death of her tortured soul

And go gladly into that dark pit , of deaths black hole


But each week she saves , and sends some money home,

And prays whispering at that celestial dome,

That she can somehow have him here,

That's all that matters now; to have him near.


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