'trapped In An Attic Room'

I came to live in the old house,
when I was ten;
I was led to an attic room;
it seemed a cozy den.

Quickly the wood door was slammed shut,
it was solid and locked;
it was a small space and dirty;
and the window was blocked.

Time passed, minutes, days, months and years,
I was left clothes and food;
in the mornings it had been placed;
joy-  a cat shared my quietude.

I pleaded and screamed and asked why,
but no one spoke to me;
I liked the girl in the mirror;
she said, "shall we have tea."

And I wished for a pen to write,
and smooth white paper;
then, one day the door swung open,
insane-  I withdrew deeper.

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September 11, 2017


Poetry/Rhyme/Trapped In An Attic Room
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