Fantasy…

I live in the highest room,
Of the tallest tower,
Waiting for time to pass
Steel bars are locked on the square windows

I can’t escape,
Dragons roam the lands
And monsters scream out my name when I try

I have a garden
A garden of love and paper flowers
Nothing grows and nothing dies
Hope is the only thing that is dead

The lock on the door is broken,
Air is getting tighter
The wick on the candle is shrinking with every flicker

Darkness is coming,
My world, ending

Marks on the walls remind me of years
Years passed by time,
Years of me living in this closet
Years that I will never see again
Years that I lost.

James Payer