Trapped In An Attic Room
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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;
even a cat that mewed.
I pleaded and screamed and asked why,
but no one spoke to me;
I liked the girl in the mirror;
she said, "wish we had tea."
And I wished for a pen to write,
and smooth, white paper;
Then, one day the door swung open,
insane, I did not stir.
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September 11, 2017
Poulter's Measure Rhyme/ Trapped in an Attic Room
Copyright Protected, ID 938902
Written for the contest, Stuck
sponsor, Sara Kendrick
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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