Emmie Untitled Poem #10

Dirty room

thick

hangs smoke

table

covered

cards

chips

empty glasses

ashtrays

overflowing

men’s voice

harsh

laughter

words

sudden silence

all turn to see.

In corner

sat so quiet

eyes peering

seeing

ears hearing

knowing

resigned to fate

for always the same

each night

each day

dragged around

payment for debt due

always someone

who can use

a kid like her.

Final loss

knew it was coming

crooked finger

slowly walk over

head down

fearing

resigned to instructions

behind her

in limp hand

drags her teddy bear.

Off she walks

hand held

enveloped in large fist

returned

once payment is done.

©Jan. 20/21

Picture is my own