Snow Globe: a short poem
You stand inside the glass,
trapped within his palms.
Even when he shakes you,
no one hears the calls.
You live inside the dome,
at the mercy of his whims.
He'll turn the world on over,
and you feel the cold and wind.
There's no where you can go
trapped inside your globe,
as the world watches
you wither in the snow.
It's all you've ever known,
this life inside the storm.
So you hardly live,
like you were never born.