just out of reach

I am trapped in a glass box.

Over me, a single spotlight.

Around me, complete darkness.

I struggle and scream.

Pounding on the walls, weeping uncontrollably.

The sound echoes within, unable to pierce the silence outside.

You laugh and applaud, as if I am performing.

You are the only one watching.

I call out to you, hoping you might read my lips.

But you don't look.

You have already started to walk away.

...on to the next exhibit.