Why?
Why did you lock me up?
Inside this glass box?
For no one to see.
Oh, you throw away the keys,
Only to destroy them.
Why does my existence have to be so secret?
You buy the heavy bucket
And place it on top.
Ha!
You almost smash the glass,
But it doesn't even crack.
You open the bucket finally,
Only to spill the contents all over
This glass box
You trap me in.
The transparent glass becomes black.
Now no one can see me even if they got under your skin.
Now I'm trapped forever.
Imprisoned.
You come back days later,
Only to secure my glass box.
You screw on seven locks.
A week.
You throw on thirty padlocks.
A month.
Why?!
Why are you doing this?
What did I ever do?
Answer me!
And then I realise...
...that you and I share the same soul.
You can't help what you're doing.
You want me free just as much as I do.
Because inside you're conflicted,
Torn,
Confused,
Annoyed,
Angry.
You only want to surround yourself with those you admire because admit it - you're biased.
You can't free me yet.
Because the keys aren't materialistic.
They're not an object.
They're a person.
Someone you're waiting for.
...a close friend.
Ha!
You're foolish
For wanting that
Because you know deep inside.
That, that can never happen again.
Because you turned away from me and abandoned me in this glass box.
Left me locked, trapped, stuck, imprisoned.
You keep walking away,
And the path you've chosen,
Doesn't include nor require
That which you desire.
So dream it only.
For live it, or be lonely.
I'm stuck in a glass box.
Keys hidden by some sly fox.
No shoes; just fluffy socks.
Try to free me - have they tried rocks?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry By Eclipse (Poetry Book One)
PoetryThis book is a compilation of a random selection of poetry that are all written, made-up and conjured by me. Some, I just wrote for fun and enjoyment, and others are based off of personal experiences with my actual life. Most of them however begin w...
