The victim

English poems

Left half naked in a quiet, darkened street

Crying of fright, pain, shame – of purity lost

A victim of cruelty – of human heat

Five dark souls were feasting as the cold night crossed

Another dark one conspiring with eclipse

As a poor stained soul fought the plight at all cost

As pleadings flood from the head through shaking lips

The heart prayed for angels to come in defense

But the night went on and she was torn by grips

Now in the darkened street anger grew intense

Plotting revenge for the violations pressed

Then she looked up – stood and walk in all suspense

Now she fights against dark souls, she now obsessed

To regain the lost dignity she possessed

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