Come now, my friend, come walk with me <br />through streets of dreaded hell. Walk with <br />me to garbage dumps, dark alleys, nasty <br />mattresses smell-won’t you walk with <br />me more and more to learn what befalls a <br />lost desperate whore. Won’t you take me <br />by the arm, lift me if you can, or would you <br />shy away leaving me here-look- <br />among the dirty drooling creeps of night <br />that ne’re sleep. Come-walk with me, <br />touch the soil where tattered shoes dent, <br />kiss the lips of those who never speak, feel <br />the pulse of the near dead, look upon the <br />crowd of dread. Careful now-step over <br />those who lie still on bedded ground, never <br />to move again, corpse after corpse of <br />uncared souls, Oh yes- come-walk <br />with me, can you see a possibility of <br />hope. Do you believe -I- want to survive, <br />to live as you, to thrive. Look at me, study <br />my weathered face, look into my lifeless eyes, <br />I’ve lost the feel for grace - love is not my <br />desire. I must eat, try to keep my heart full of <br />fire. Survival of the fittest, a number one <br />concern. Come, my street friend, walk with <br />me, see what stores my fate. I’ll not live to <br />see another year, nor will I have a love to <br />share. In charge no longer of my own <br />destiny for I have created a travesty. One <br />day a hose will blow my way, I shall fall <br />to the ground, swept away like waste <br />in a barn, I’ll lay dead and mutilated. <br />Walk with me, see where I go, so you will <br />never be- that old lost desperate whore <br />who feared her true destiny. <br /> <br />Written: January 2/2007<br /><br />Melvina Germain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/735-lost-desperate-whore-walk-with-me/
