A Dancer in a Jar (Poetry)

close-up photography of assorted-color dreamcatchers

Rats, I have been captured

Put into a glass jar, its torture

Screaming yet no one can hear

I am in the middle of nowhere

It’s dark and empty

The shadows are plenty

I gently close my eyes

Awaken by a surprise

The lights are on, people are walking

And someone was knocking

I jumped up to find a bright blue eye

She was staring and I wanted to cry

I was no lost with no answer

Dressed as a ballet dancer



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