the whore

innocent she met the world,
a beauty many did praise,
year went and fate took its place,
rendered her worthless in many a eyes,
disadvantaged she made a choice,
no one around to change her mind,
dressed to rob their sight,
exposed her flesh to the unwelcoming cold,
many men a farm they saw,
dug into the undug holes,
into her throat seeds they left,
she took all they brought,
the pain,she said,she had to take it in,
none cared to hear her cries,
moans she made,
encouraged them more,
now days have gone,
and her time is already done,
a worn out doll,
she lies all alone,
waiting for the next,
to give her the call,
yet to her grave,
no one will mourn..