Caged

The sun strikes through my crystal cage, its steady burn
my only balm. You leave the door unlocked, still no one
can touch me.  I wait to sing for you, hot and blinded,
running into walls. When you remember to feed me,
you dangle dreams on a stick to make me do tricks.
One day you will find me fallen, starved and frayed,
or you may at last give me your hand, and we can
smash this trap to bits.