These Walls

The walls are getting closer now.
This broken sanctuary is shrinking.
Her will shoves weakly at the sides;
The second bottle slipping.
Caged, by careless hands
That crush without intention,
The bottle cracks against the pressure;
She weeps for the lost redemption.
There’s panic in the tightening
But, idling is far more frightening;
No enlightening in recycling.
Let go. Let them close.