Little Girl's Sorrow

She sits in silence. Her sorrow grows. Violent shakes, missed beats her woes. Allowing the wolves to search for victims. The hunger burns and her pulse quickens. Awaiting a touch from the hand of God. Love to soothe her aching bod. Night's dream, I'll take, by way of Mars. A beacon? Guideposts be the stars, That divide the gulf between us. Flashing like bulbs, pictures of Venus. Memories fade as the days linger. Reminding me no less, I need her. © Copyright 1994 by Alex Poulos.