Uncle_Ed
08-27-2006, 10:00 AM
Young girl sits alone in the depths of the night
Young face lit up by the flickering light.
She has her computer and she lives on-line,
her life in suspension with no sense of time.
Now three in the morning the ebb-tide of her soul,
Her mind is fragmented, long time since it's been whole
She looked in at the internet, looking for a cure
For the angst of her teen years, the web sites proved a lure.
She signed into the chatrooms who'd opened up their door
It was easy as she lied to them, said she was twenty-four.
To get in and to flirt was all that really mattered.
She'd been dazzled; she'd been charmed; she'd been deceived and flattered.
Her man had been quite clever and knew just what to say,
He'd thrown open wide his arms and then begged her to stay.
He seemed so real and witty, so pleasant and so kind
While stealing at her will, her soul while messing with her mind.
Young girl sits alone tears dried upon her face.
Her skin is cold and pale for she's gone now from this place.
The pressures he placed on her young mind proving far too much
Oh-how hypnotic his words were-how subtle was his touch.
She could not live without him. She could not tell him no.
So she made up her mind she would give up and go.
She's logged off from life now. The pain has gone away.
Her mind broke like the dawn at the begining of that day.
I'm getting used to poems appearing in my mind almost fully-formed as this one did this morning. They are about things that move and concern me.
Please come and join in the chatroom discussion I will be hosting about on-line abuse of subs-the chatroom here at 10:00 pm British Summer Time on September 10th.
Young face lit up by the flickering light.
She has her computer and she lives on-line,
her life in suspension with no sense of time.
Now three in the morning the ebb-tide of her soul,
Her mind is fragmented, long time since it's been whole
She looked in at the internet, looking for a cure
For the angst of her teen years, the web sites proved a lure.
She signed into the chatrooms who'd opened up their door
It was easy as she lied to them, said she was twenty-four.
To get in and to flirt was all that really mattered.
She'd been dazzled; she'd been charmed; she'd been deceived and flattered.
Her man had been quite clever and knew just what to say,
He'd thrown open wide his arms and then begged her to stay.
He seemed so real and witty, so pleasant and so kind
While stealing at her will, her soul while messing with her mind.
Young girl sits alone tears dried upon her face.
Her skin is cold and pale for she's gone now from this place.
The pressures he placed on her young mind proving far too much
Oh-how hypnotic his words were-how subtle was his touch.
She could not live without him. She could not tell him no.
So she made up her mind she would give up and go.
She's logged off from life now. The pain has gone away.
Her mind broke like the dawn at the begining of that day.
I'm getting used to poems appearing in my mind almost fully-formed as this one did this morning. They are about things that move and concern me.
Please come and join in the chatroom discussion I will be hosting about on-line abuse of subs-the chatroom here at 10:00 pm British Summer Time on September 10th.