Alone, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Alone (1896)


She rents her body
To those who will pay her fee
Isn’t an act of love
But to keep them all happy
In her room or an alley

No one knows her name
Nor from the city she came
No reason to care
Just that they leave with a smile
Even when it is so vile

When’ll misery end
Or at least to find a friend
Her sorrow to share
Who’s real caring is shown
She doesn’t want to die alone

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