The young girl walked very slowly
down a crowded and noisy street.
Head bowed feeling alone and lowly
not wanting to talk shuffling her feet.
Dejection showed on her pretty face
looking much older than her years.
Yet another statistic lost without trace
in the dingy streets where evil appears.
Each day filled with such deep despair
forced to be abused just to survive.
Feeling no decent human was out there
not caring whether she was dead or alive.
Sixteen years had passed Elli by
parents had throwing her out at fourteen.
Confused and upset giving up wondering why
learning how life could be so mean.
Met a man she thought was so nice
but he introduced her to drugs.
Which led within a short time to vice
he was a **** one of the many thugs.
Deep in the rut unable to escape
just felt death was her only escape.
Desperately she called a good mate
who unknown to her had joined the police.
Through powerful inner strength and will
she broke away from this bottomless pit.
Now a happy eighteen year old no longer ill
she survived to tell the tale happy and fit.

The Foureyed Poet.