Poetry

Trapped

My song bewitched him.

My perfect beauty too much to glimpse

A primeval goddess of the sea

A being he could never understand

Now trapped under glass I wither away

While he waits for me to become

The woman I can never be.

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(Image: Alexandra B. Bach)

Poetry ©2018 Andi Marchal

Also posted at @Andi___M

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