in my room

it's dark and cold
what's left of my candles
illuminates my world
in my room

i use my nails to track the days
etched into the stone--
three thousand six hundred and one--
in my room

only one meal a day
warm broth and a piece of bread
a banquet all for me
in my room

i lay on the floor
my hair weighs me down
i am a prisoner to my bed
in my room

the clouds floating by
the stars illuminating the night
i can see them all from where i lay
in my room

mother says it is dangerous
the world is a cruel place
i will be safe here
in my room

i remain here
trapped
but my mind cannot be held
in my room

i dream
i imagine a place full of light and love
a life beyond the window
in my room

a sweet prince
to climb up and rescue me
he shall stand, beautiful
in my room

we will dance
we will kiss
we will love
in my room

he shall be king
and i his queen
this shall all be a nightmare, lying here
in my room

i hear a call
it is mother... not my prince at all
and my thoughts return to me
in my room

i pray to a god
that never answers me
i think i will die here, alone
in my room

a.r.w.