Caged

Poetry Descriptions Are Pointless

Gilded, glittering-beautifully safe
I crossed the threshold, in total awe.
Serenity, in every perfect room.
A slow peace came over me-
There would be no hunger
No fear of want,
No future uncertainty.
Blinded by the beauty
I ignored the smell of rot.
The days meld together, the weeks turn to years,
I come to realize I am locked
In a house of fear.
Each passing day reveals new horrors,
The paint peels, and the floor rots away
Then the walls crumble to dust.
I can finally see my home
The bones that lie beneath,
A cage, bars dipped in poisonous gold
And I have willingly locked myself in.
--1/6/2015