A Castle Filled With Nothing

• Sam Wylde, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2010

Cinderella, remember that the clock is ticking Soon you'll fall back to the place where something is missing
where the white golds scent in the air hits you 'till you loose
Cinderella stop sticking to the mainline - its such a bitter form of refuge
Your eyes turn to glass, like the slippers on your feet
And your mind forgets the past while in this heaven blood deep
Oh, but your godmother came up empty, out on the streets today
Come Monday and your body is thrust into some nerve screaming fray
And all the while you know that the kings ball is only a wand wave away
But Cinderella even if you make it - you know that you can't stay . . .
Because once you pricked that needle into your skin
Cinderella you started a battle you weren't able to win