William Sinclair Manson

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My-Poetry / Writings · 3 May 2017

My Poetry. Young and Vulnerable.

Amy was just fourteen 
when she decided to run
her life was insufferable
never had any fun.
Her parents abused her daily
mentally she was drained
she had to break the monotony
relationships were strained.
She felt she was unloved
used as a slave all day
her opinions never mattered
she never got her say.
Badly advised by a friend
to make off and never come back
seek her fortune in this World
days would never be black!
Vulnerable and lonely
nothing was keeping her here
she packed whatever she could
excited barely a tear.
Amy jumped on a bus
unperturbed where it would go
dreamily gazing out the window
Finally, she could grow.
Landing in a strange Town
she never knew a soul
walking till her feet ached
Dying to meet her goal.
She was befriended by a guy
three times her age or more
he gave her food and shelter
going out he locked the door.
Vulnerable and innocent
Amy took what she could
he seemed so kind at first
She thought he did her good.
Then things started to change
he became possessively weird
she wanted to get out of there
the worst to come she feared.
He brought some other guys
into her little place
she heard them whisper softly
but never saw a face.
Men as old as her granddad
passed money to the guy
by now she suddenly realized
it was her they wanted to buy.
Amy didn't know what to do
she had to escape this place
but there were no windows in the room
just all walls in this space.
As the old guy approached her door
she froze in fear of her life
thinking she had escaped from abuse
and now held with a knife.
She made a dash for the door
as the guy let someone in
this was her only chance
the only way to win.
Amy escaped with her life
stopping a Policeman on the way
cold, scared, agitated
trying hard to say
Social Services were called
Amy was taken into care
safe in a new environment
no more pain she would have to bare.

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