Mistress Of The night

Seldom do most people think about these unfortunate souls in this way. You remind us to consider the humanity in all. Thank you. Always, Cat

I don't look at *them* as *poor unfortunate souls*...Cat. You know why? Because behind the doors in the homes we live... is just as much misery, at least *theirs* is honest. Ours is hidden in *righteousness*... And I am no less a lost soul without self-love. Good poem Paul. I wonder who amoung us lives a *fairytale ending*. ~A "If parents really would love their children there would no longer be any war." J. Krishnamurti

is quite a departure, like cat said, it is full of compassion, where I have often found your work didactic before. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

The final three stanzas are particularly strong in this one, I'd even suggest that they may stand well on their own: She wanted to be a princess Dancing the night away In the prettiest dress Surrounded by Chivalrous gentlemen She counts the men As they walk away Happily into the night Misery unfailingly Keeps her company So much for The fairy tale ending If you must have an introduction, I think a few patches may need some work: The Mistress of the night Sells instant relief To everyman She smells of cologne, Provides euphoria For a small fee No man takes notice Of the teary eyes The torn skin Or the dying soul Mom and dad’s little girl Lies abandoned Letting her body Become a commodity Precious dreams Left on street corners Hope you can use a suggestion or two. Yours, ~Nina

...ouch~