posted on Jul, 21 2009 @ 05:29 AM
...another:
----STREETLIGHTS GLOW----
A soft rain drifting slowly down,
Illuminated by street lights glow.
I see your figure standing there,
Tucked away within the shadows.
Another John quickly passes by,
And you miss a possible sale.
But quickly do you approach the next,
And proceed to tell your tale.
You say you'll do anything for him,
"...anything" you repeat again.
He reaches into his pocket, takes out his wallet,
As you grab him by the hand.
You lead him down that alley way,
As people walk on by.
A few minutes later I see him leave,
And you return to your shadows and cry.
I sit across in this flashy bar,
Where the rich, they come to play.
Paid twenty notes for this double n coke,
Listened to Corporates prattle away.
They talk about their latest yacht,
Or the Benz they're about to buy.
And all the while you stand outside,
Hidden in shadows, you cry.
I sit surrounded by countless cash,
The airs thick with dollar bills.
And the young exec over in the far corner,
Just paid 500 for designer pills.
Yet no more than 10 metres away,
You're selling your very soul.
And those in this bar remain oblivious,
That you're living your private hell.
I put down my glass and count my cash,
Unable to drink no more.
I take a last long look around the bar,
And walk on out the door.
You see me walking up to you,
You adjust your shiny dress.
Put on a fake smile and bat your eyes,
Run a finger down your chest.
I reach into my pocket, take out my wallet,
You ask me what I'd like.
I press almost a grand into your hand,
Then walk away into the night.
I went back to that bar the other day,
To get myself a drink.
But you weren't there, standing in your shadows,
As I sat, I began to think.
That maybe my gift, it helped you out,
Gave you what you need.
Or perhaps you're simply selling yourself,
On some other city street.
I'd really like to believe you're not,
That you have a job, are doing well.
I'd like to believe that you have a life,
No longer living your private hell.
Or maybe a house, at home with child,
And a husband who loves you so.
Hopefully happiness has replaced those tears,
I saw in the street lights glow.
Peace.
[edit on 21-7-2009 by alien]