Call Girl

          She reaches back for a familiar dream,

          Or perhaps a forgotten tear,

          To find her hands in a shroud of Darkness,

          And around her only fear.

          No clever verse of ponderous prose,

          Can convey her pain, her plight,

          As she moves toward an uncertain end,

          In a world of endless night.


          On she drives, but the look in their eyes,

          has turned her heart to stone. 


          The hollow stare of emptyness,
 
          That begs not to be alone.