Life in a Glass Prison

A little worm, curled tight,
sealed within a glass prison—
a closed bottle, a sprinkle of sand,
a bit of water, and pinprick holes
to pretend at freedom.

The air grows thin, the light dims;
it’s enough to survive,
but not enough to live.
I watch with blazing eyes—
your struggle mirrors mine
in this hollow, half-filled world.

No life, though we breathe,
just the slow drowning
of spirit in a sea of glass.
Each droplet falls like a silent tear,
more water to flood
a heart already heavy.

Blazing eyes, yet my life is gone—
trapped within this bottle,
a writhing form that knows
there are no doors,
only the cruel comfort
of sand and sky
blurred through glass.

So here we stay,
you and I—
tiny souls scraping
against the lid
of a world too small
to contain all our wanting.