There she sits in her narrow room
Room narrow and tall
The room a cave cold and dark
With a shelf on the wall
To her left there sits a table
Covered in tiny jars
And to the right there is a window
Lined, of course, with bars
Every day that starts anew
She rises with the sun
Shuffling over to her table
Her job has begun
She grabs a jar and whispers
Filling each one with light
Then seal them up quickly now
Seal them up tight
Holding the jar carefully in her hands
She shuffles to her shelf
And places it with the other ones
Each one part of herself
The shelf is covered in them
The little bottles filled with color
Sparkling reds, blues, yellows
All arranged around each other
And so the day begins
They come now to her cave
Arms reaching through the bars
It’s her bottles that they crave
So one by one she gives them out
One, two, five, then ten
Soon she’ll run out of jars
Time to refill again
Each bottle given out
To another reaching hand
Gets swallowed up in one gulp
So quickly it gets crammed
They drink it all down
Then they sway with delight
A toothy grin left on their face
A sort of high it excites
But soon the smile is gone
Their eyes snap back open
They fill with panic needing more
Realizing how much they’re broken
They rush back to the bars
Reaching gnawing clawing
Please, just one more
But her body now is falling
It’s become too much
There is nothing left
She collapses crying out
Soul now bereft
So the sun sets and they go away
They leave her alone now
Until tomorrow when the sun rises
This prison is her vow
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
There she sits in her narrow room
Room narrow and tall
The room a cave cold and dark
With a shelf on the wall
To her left there sits a table
Covered in tiny jars
And to the right there is a window
Lined, of course, with bars
Every day that starts anew
She rises with the sun
Shuffling over to her table
Her job has begun
She grabs a jar and whispers
Filling each one with light
Then seal them up quickly now
Seal them up tight
Holding the jar carefully in her hands
She shuffles to her shelf
And places it with the other ones
Each one part of herself
The shelf is covered in them
The little bottles filled with color
Sparkling reds, blues, yellows
All arranged around each other
And so the day begins
They come now to her cave
Arms reaching through the bars
It’s her bottles that they crave
So one by one she gives them out
One, two, five, then ten
Soon she’ll run out of jars
Time to refill again
Each bottle given out
To another reaching hand
Gets swallowed up in one gulp
So quickly it gets crammed
They drink it all down
Then they sway with delight
A toothy grin left on their face
A sort of high it excites
But soon the smile is gone
Their eyes snap back open
They fill with panic needing more
Realizing how much they’re broken
They rush back to the bars
Reaching gnawing clawing
Please, just one more
But her body now is falling
It’s become too much
There is nothing left
She collapses crying out
Soul now bereft
So the sun sets and they go away
They leave her alone now
Until tomorrow when the sun rises
This prison is her vow
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