Jack Torrence

Based off the main character in Stephen King's The Shining.

Jack Torrance

 

Middle aged rage

Comes fresh and scorchin’

It could burn his calloused fingers

And dry the salty sea.

 

He locks the cage 

Of his own misfortune.

Little time lingers

Before he throws away the key.

 

He abnegates the weight

Of personal parole.

Fury and turmoil

Take the load from his hands.

 

His delirium dilates.

How good it feels to lose control!

To surrender and uncoil

Beneath a force so black and grand.

 

He'll feed its every craving

For marvelous misery.

To be the bane of what he'd built

To beat until the bone.

 

But as it's crumbled and caving

His last moth-bitten memory

He feels a pang of guilt

For these desires are his own.