The Girl Addict

Poem By Mal Foster

I stopped to tell you
but you would not listen.
I began with a sense of mercy, sympathy.
As this deepened
it became apparent I could not help you.

I remember you when you were beautiful,
dancing innocently
in the cornfields of Stonehenge,
flailing lace and denim
as your silver bangles
glittered in the sun.

You had everything going for you.
There was a career; a steady 'nine to five'
but you allowed yourself
to be abused by society, you allowed yourself
to be taken in by the offenders of virtue.

Reluctantly, your innocence gave way to hard escape.
The globe became an apple in your hand,
you thought you could crush it,
you thought you had the power. No-one
could tell you otherwise.

Its nearly time now. I am at your bedside.
Your frail body is kept alive by tubes and wires.
I speak to you. Only a faint pulse answers,
a slight movement of your once intelligible lips
tells me
you are on your way.

O may the angels feed you
and play you music. May they teach
you wisdom in the golden halls
of their establishment
and free you from your suffering.

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