She has nothing in life,
No stock in breath.
She lives for thrill,
Dangerously pushing her body's limits.
Drugs,
Alchohol,
Cigarettes,
Sex.
Her life, at fifteen,
More risky than any.
Her parents distance themselves,
Hoping not to get burned
As their daughter plays with fire.
She hates them, for this distance:
Her only desire, love,
Is held back by those nearest.
She is popular,
But only among the older boys.
She knows no inner worth
But her physical.
Once, she was beautiful,
But now her body wears her life
Like old rags:
She would be beautiful,
But she abuses herself.
-Death rushes on.-
He is now her only life-
He listens to her,
Respects her,
Even, in some twisted way,
Loves her.
She need love,
His attention.
He hates his life:
She envies his life.
He is running away:
She cannot lose him,
So she follows.
James Grengs
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prodigal-part-2-katie/