'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. __________________________ September 11, 2017 Poetry/Rhyme/Trapped In An Attic Room Copyright Protected, ID 17-1018-865-0 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.