The Surrender

A poem about prostitutes.

The Surrender

 

The red light district

 

Leaning, hooking, preying,

Paid in self-destruction

Fractured conscious feathers into her void

Too much to handle

To escape, she drops trips

Next to worthless, her faithful companion

Withering deprecation

“Who looks back?” she asks and answers “You do.”

Before the decay

Before today

Befuddled

What am I

Why am I

Bewildered

Before the foray

Life thrown in her way

Confidently passionate she’ll never go far

Daily banishing humiliation

No hero, no champion

Each trick drips

From her candle

Honor destroyed

No salvation

A loser, openly praying

Author's Note

The rhyme patter is top to bottom. The 2nd line rhymes with the last line. The 3rd line rhymes with the 23rd line, 4th line with line 22 and on reaching into the center of the structure.