Excerpts from a story I'll never write

Princess

Rapunzel in a tower

Mind was sweet but now is sour

Elegance stranded up high

My eyes no longer dry

Tears rushing like a river

Being lost in my surroundings with a quiver

Encompassed by the blue sky and cotton white clouds

On me the gloom enshrouds

Feeling my control slip through my fingers

The make believe memory consistently lingers

The silver is lined

Yet my hands are good as bind

These brick walls hindering my sight

My curiosity begs to ignite

Dreaming of the explorations I could make

All for my love's sake

Instead I lay on my floral linen sheets

Where wistfulness and sadness meets

Wishing on my golden glitter

To be no longer bitter

For my feet to touch the grass and earth

In this empty room resides no mirth

I will stay here, pillow covering my head

Observing the window light shining on my baby blue bed