The little light blinks above the door,
She rises slowly from the bed.
She picks up her heels from on the floor.
The light in the ceiling shines a dull red.
Soon she can leave this cursed place..
Only another six months to go.
No longer a slave with painted face,
Once again freedom she will know.
For three long years she has been in this room
They say she must work to pay her way
Sometimes it feels she is deep in her tomb.
She works in the night and sleeps through the day.
They told her that she could have a new life.
Away from the squalor to which she was born
No more hunger or fear in her life
If only she’d known of the lies they had sown.
Each day as she sleeps she has the same dream.
Her Mother and Father, waving goodbye
She wakes with a sob and silently screams
She thinks of her youth with a sob and a sigh.
She longs for the day she can walk in the sun
Forget all the horror, forget all the pain.
Memories fading one day will be gone.
And maybe one day she will love once again.
But the little light blinks above the door.
She closes her eyes and lays on the bed
She can hear heavy breathing as he closes the door.
The light in the ceiling is shining Blood red .
R.A.Spicer © 15th October 2004