Locked Up
Slaved Mouse
In the dim light beneath the floor,
A mouse scurries, tail to the door.
His world’s a maze of crumbs and dust,
Bound by rules and caked in rust.
For master’s feast, he gathers the bits,
Risking traps and narrow splits,
A servant’s life - a squeak, a dash,
Hoping each day to avoid the lash.
The crumbs he finds aren’t his to keep,
He piles them high in a shadowed heap,
For others feast while he stays lean,
In dusty corners, unseen, unseen.
Yet in the night, he dreams of fields,
Of freedom’s air and grass that yields,
A life beyond the kitchen gloom,
Where little paws may dance and bloom.
Though bound by walls and shadows tight,
The mouse holds fast to that spark of light,
For even slaves have dreams to chase,
And hearts that long for open space.
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Comments
This is so sad and very nicely written x
That's actually the life of a city mouse Marion.
And also many other young people who are slave to dreams.
May God help us all.
Fantastic write!! I had to read it twice! Thanks so much for sharing 🖤🖤🖤
Raechel, it's a blessing to share the same gift with you.
Thanks for reading, and good morning from Ghana
I feel honored to be in the same category 🖤🖤🖤