In A City Wih No Hope

This is a poem that was written by Linzie Joerres.  We don’t know her, but found her poem very moving.


“In A City With No Hope”
by Linzie Joerres

“There’s a girl who’s all alone
in a city with no hope
All around her, girls are dying,
she sees it and she’s crying
’cause it all started with their trying
to find a better world than the ones they’d always known.

She sits alone on the damp floor in the looming dark.
Her face has gotten hard and dull and painfully stark.
Her heart is growing cold here
as she fights the fear of growing old here,
forever trapped here in these walls, in this cage.
She fights the rage.

She was lied to and deceived
by the hope of something more.
She was tricked into believing
that there was something worth fighting for.

The woman and man,
they opened up their hands to her,
promised life to her dreams,
made her think that these things
were obtainable, reachable,
but as she reached, the shackles came down on her hands,
and all of her plans
went up in smoke as they forced her to smoke
to get her addicted.
Her life thus far has been depicted as

All of her life’s gains
are now worthless, pointless.
There’s no point to her life,
in her darkness there’s no light,
but in spite of the disappointment and pain,
stepping out of doubt’s rain,
one flame of hope is sparked
inside her heart
and her mind starts spinning.
Maybe there’s a chance of winning
the freedom she’s been longing for, striving for, dying for, grasping,

Now she’s clasping the hands of a man who’s faceless, nameless, 9th man today,
meaningless in this seemingly endless display of insanity.
She’s trying to keep her sanity as he’s screaming profanities at her
because she doesn’t please him.

She doesn’t want to appease him
’cause she’s frightened
that it will bite her, too,
this bug that’s killing the others,
but it doesn’t bother
or concern the man who’s plan is just satisfaction
from her actions.

He doesn’t have to use protection,
there’s no protection for this girl in a city
where no one’s going to pity her, save her.
She’s got no saviour,
just accusers who want to use her
as an object for their pleasure.
She doesn’t know that she’s really a treasure
that should be guarded, secured, protected.
There’s no protection for this girl in a city with no hope.

Her body
is racked with pain
from thousands of beatings
Scars eating
away at her soul and her back
reminders of the lashes received
When she fought back
rolling and thrashing
around on the floor.
Now weak
She can’t fight this war anymore
She’s trying to think rationally, to think clearly,
But clearly, she’s become
A casualty

There’s a knock at the door,
she gets up from the floor,
bracing herself for more.
She wishes it were over and done,
man number 12, the day’s barely begun.
But this man doesn’t have the same look in his eyes
as all the men who had come before,
all who shared a similar guise, before.

This man stretched out his hand
not to condemn her or harm her,
but to disarm her doubt.
He told her he wasn’t there about that.
He was there to save her,
to be her Saviour,
to show her a hope she had never known before.

She falls to the ground in shock and disbelief,
so afraid that once again she’s being deceived.
He picks her up off the floor
where she fell down,
then walks out the door,
his voice in her ear
drowns out
all her fears and insecurities.
She finally has security and protection
because this bold man took action.
For her sake, he put his life at stake,
and for once in her life of trying and striving,
she’s now thriving,
experiencing freedom and a life of HOPE.”

1 Comment

  1. SheliaShelia03-23-2012

    Thanks for sharing the poem Leslie and for taking the time to keep up this blog.