She stayed
behind the glass
enclosed
a flower
trapped in a vase
though this one of her own choosing
So much more
could be yours
they say
but she stays
content?
or just spent?
sick of fallen dreams
ill thought means
of achievement?
she was loved once
now just for one thing
but not her as a being
it’s her body’s worth
it’s flaunted
and taunted
this is her choice
to remain
behind
whilst others
fly
but is it
a choice
or a forceful
enclosure
put about
by you and I
and the world at large
the failure
of the fellow man
refusal to lend
just one
helping hand
so she stays
and for how long
will she
remain
Enclosed
Dedicated to the prostitute who looked at me with sad, depressed, longing eyes from behing her glass cage in Amsterdam.
Disclosure: I was there for tourist/thought provoking reasons only
