My Poetry. Young and Vulnerable.

Amy was just fourteen
When she decided to run;
Her life was insufferable,
She 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 bear.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025