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she,s a runaway

Poetry By: nighthawk

troubled mind with as she sees,only one way to resolve it.then realising its not the answer

Submitted:Aug 14, 2010    Reads: 48    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

She's a runaway.
She's a runaway,
She's leaving home,
Her life in a rucksack,
She's all alone.
She has a little money,
A ticket for the London train,
She had to save her mind,
Too much anger too much pain.
She's overcome with emotions,
The bright lights and self pity,
Her money went so fast,
So now its cardboard city.
Sees the world at its worst,
She has nothing to eat,
She is hungry, cold and homeless,
Begging bowl at her feet.
A night or two in a hostel,
A bed and a roof with a leak,
Vacant faces all around,
Nobody has the will to speak.
No streets paved with gold,
Just a life in cardboard city,
Always looking over her shoulder,
She is just too pretty.
She's a runaway,
She left her safe warm home,
She's just another lost soul,
A runaway all alone.
Maybe its time to swallow some pride,
Beg a coin for the phone,
Beg forgiveness and ask for mercy,
She knows they want her home.
They will come to get her,
An end to her nightmare,
Tears and warm embrace,
Yes, they really do care.
A happy ending to her plight,
Being a runaway is so hard to be,
Back at home they can talk it through,
Home sweet home she can see.


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