The anger abates as the moment has passed
She feels nothing more as the notes now amass
Her choices are gone … her time not her own
The fates have conspired and the seeds have been sown
A thing to be used … no love passes there
As times passes on .. there is less and less care
For her life just revolves round that seedy dark room
She hopes that one day she’ll see through the gloom
Requested by Antoine Dagobert………………..
I need a poem for my next image
the story goes like this
She has to sacrifice herself by become a call girl in order to help the family survive from the poverty. the image itself is taken at the hotel room….the lady sit on the bed after the man make love to her
I try to focus on her misery feeling that actually it was not her choice to be like that.
I hope you can provide me the poem that goes a long with the image..
thanks in advance