Forsaken

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Realities of living

Submitted: January 17, 2017

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The girl cries in agony and her scream echoes 
She has lost her family and she knows not 
Where they have gone, leaving her helpless 
She knows they love her no more; she’s wrought

She goes on seeking but her quest is all in vain 
She looks everywhere and sits alone in despair
She pines for them and no one knows her pain 
She knows that this world is anything but fair

There’s danger lurking in every nook and corner 
For she realizes she is so weak, so vulnerable 
And she sees strangers in demeaning manner 
Her concerns grow and she finds it unbearable

In nobody she trusts for she has been forewarned 
To be weary of the unknown; her instincts know better 
When she approaches a house of worship; she’s scorned 
Those in there were displeased and she doesn’t matter

She strove and sought shelter in the house of the law 
There she was evicted for they refused responsibility 
Grave injustice and atrocities there she saw 
All that mattered was dispossession and mortality

She rushes to a house of shelter but was shut out 
They have no more excuse for funding; no vacancy 
She is somebody frail they could well do without 
For they have no place for runaways and vagrancy

Finally she ran into a house of harlotry and sin; and let in 
There she was welcomed for they took pity on her 
The sinners and adulterers sought redemption for their sins 
Casting kindness upon a lost soul was their redeeming power

Suddenly she awoke from her dream; eyes teary 
It has been all a scary nightmare; she sigh a relief 
But a lesson she indeed learned and she was weary 
That her dream was not quite a dream but a belief

She realizes and accepts that her dream brinks on reality 
That we live in an enigmatic and hypocritical world 
One that harbours adversities and opposites aplenty 
For below the veneer of deception lies irony untold.


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