Jack in a box

Left and right, up and down,

four walls, have me bound.

It compresses and contains

it gives no room to move.

Screaming without a sound,

voice dry and numb.

No echo can be found.

 

Night and day, hope and pray.

Lock release? Liberate!

 

Squeeze harder, inch by inch,

the noose around my neck.

Alone, oxygen deprived

my mind, plays tricks on me.

It takes effort, determination,

the cubes bond, will be broken.

Only option, escape the enclosure.  

 

It burns my skin, it cuts in deep,

just for a moment, then peace.

 

In black and gold chest, my body lay.

Expose existence, for all to see.

They turned away; they had no time for me.  

Now death demands, attendance and attention.

No need to cry, what's done is done.

 

Jumping, reaching blue, fresh sky.

Jack waves the world goodbye.

Free to breath, free to sing:

Walls cannot suffocate, nor bind me.

Free to move, free to shout:

Jack has sprung the box that bound him. 

Author's Note

Suicide release

Reviews

[K.S.78]

Slave to work? The tie is a working mans noose? I think it is very cleverly written and I very much enjoyed!

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you, very insightful thought the "tie as a working mans noose". I really like that.

[Account Closed]

This is a great piece! The imagery and symbolism in this is so real!

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

It burns my skin, it cuts in deep,

just for a moment, then peace.



"In black and gold chest, my body lay.

Expose existence, for all to see.

They turned away; they had no time for me.

Now death demands, attendance and attention.

No need to cry, what's done is done."
A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thank you so much.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)