The Retired Bloke

A Box With No Light

He was locked in a box

A black box with no light

He was afraid

He could not see

He reached out

Felt the smoothness 

Of the sides from within

There was a silence

Broken by him 

Breathing in

Breathing out

Breathing in

Breathing out

He wanted to shout out

He needed someone

To hear him

To help him

To set him free

Help him to see


There was no one

No one to hear

His silent screams 

No one to see his dreams

Turn to a quagmire of torment

Of disturbing discontent

He was resigned to a life 

Existing locked in a box 

A box with no light. 


  • orchidee

    A thoughtful write RB.

  • Fay Slimm.

    That would be the worst of nightmares to find oneself locked in some sort of box and many today say they feel locked away with similar fears - food for thought in this meaningful write.

  • Goldfinch60

    Very good emotive write, I do hope the key to the door gets to him soon.

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