What once was
An empty cave
Has been filled.
Stacked memories
Line the walls
Toppled towers
Lie dormant
Dusty piles
Mixed with
Ephemeral ideas.
In the corner sits
A lonely child
Taking inventory
Each day he turns
Another page
Wondering when
This book will end
.
There was once a door
To exit the cave
The child would come
And go as he pleased
But the more he explored
The scarier it became
So he constructed a wall
To keep out the monsters
And pushed stacks
Of forbidden memories
In front of the door
To keep himself safe
But years have gone by
The exit now lost
He cannot escape
