Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Captive by Grant Harbison

The door of the room is locked

But at least my hands are not tied

There is no way out

Believe me I’ve tried

I know I’m being watched

My every move

Unseen eyes

Peering through a groove

He sometimes comes to see me

Perhaps four or five times a week

He brings me food and water

But never ever speaks

There are times when he goes away

And leaves me on my own

Before he goes he ties me up

And always sings the same song

Not the catchy song we all know

He has his own rendition

‘Tie me up before you go go.’   

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