Lofty

hello up there

on your

high

high

chair

can you hear

my cries

stuffed with your

steady diet

of lies

can you see

me

over your

make believe ideals

of who I should be

witness my attempt

to breach

your

fortress

of contempt

you set the rules

and I obey

while pieces

of me

die every day

will you watch

as I disappear

fade into

nothing

to feed your fear

(My interpretation of Luthien's poem "Limited Atonement" for her fun challenge)