National Poetry Day - My contribution...

Okay it needs work but I do think there's a poem in there somewhere

For All The Lost Girls

By Melinda Szymanik

They’re calling my name

But I’m not her anymore.

Interrupted

By chance,

Picked up

Put down,

Lost at sea

Buried in the sand

Wrecked.

There’s no outlook,

No chance of stormy weather

Slammed doors

Lost touch.

Pitch a tent,

Query the neighbours,

Let the dogs out.

But I’m gone

Whatever you find

I’m not her anymore.