Lost Voice

[miyako73]

The strength of my will,
Effete and ephemeral,
Is that of a dejected whore
Roaming around the city
Of dust and neon lights,
Tiring her callused feet
From cheap high heels
And hot, hard concrete,
Exhausting her scent
Of sour jasmine and citrus
Sprayed last full moon
Two or three nights ago.

[zoolane]

You was a night walking woman or you had one stand with one.

[Delta40]

Not bad Miyako. I like the enduring factor in this

[Mutatis-Mutandis]

.........

[Varenne Rodin]

I wonder why the point of view felt like a dejected whore.

[Sameer Telkar]

Nice hand but who was the woman that you were talking about?

[miyako73]

It was a real hooker I saw when I roamed around LA looking for inspirations for my writings. Like that hooker who did not find a customer, I did not find something inspirational for my stories. I was able to write this poem though, so my roaming was not really useless.