Prey | Poem

Artist Unknown

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"She has no face, she has no name; a lost soul, The Devil to blame."

A fictional poem written and created by me.

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PREY

There’s a girl, stranger than fiction 

Her body, her mind, her soul 

Twisted and torn; life in restriction.  

She sits alone on the swinging tire of the willow tree

Isolated and consumed by thoughts 

Crying to be free.  

“Don’t give up. There is still hope left,” she’d say 

Until The Devil returned 

And cast that thought away.  

A puppet in his eyes 

A broken spirit 

Toying with her until she dies.  

And there alone, she weeps and wallows 

Numb, she opens the bottle of pills 

And downs them in five swallows.  

As she waits, she picks a lonesome flower 

Petal by petal 

Reflecting in her final hour.

© STEPHEX, 2017