The Golden Cage

She drew them to her

With words

Words were her chains

Of shiny gold

That tied her

To her friends

.

The longer she spoke

The more they would be

Entangled

But being

Tied in gold

Wasn’t bad

.

She held them

Out of danger

She cared for them

Drawing them to her

Or going to them

When they were sick

.

It was

A pretty golden cage

Where the jailor

Was the best friend

But she was

A jailor

.

She smothered them

Tied them down

And was emotional

When they tried to leave

But the pure gold

Was soft

And they broke free

.

They ran

Without turning back

Not understanding

That the golden chains

Was her way

Of expressing affection,

She didn’t know

Another way

To gain friends

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