No Home She Had

by

Mark Ian Martin

No home she had
only the streets to walk
the lights flashed at night
only strangers would talk

Hard earned money
that cash just went
one broken down room
for the kid it was meant

The miles she covered
from just the same spot
the music was loud
the night life was hot

Her mind wasn't with her
only coloured pills
she needed the money
she just needed her skills

They stopped to examine
the goods,did the strangers
nothing else mattered
not even the dangers

Money exchanged
not even a name
that didn't matter
not in this game.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at It's Love
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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