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
But
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.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A metaphor for someone suffering from depression.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A thoughtful write RB.
Thank you
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.
Thank you Fay.
Very good emotive write, I do hope the key to the door gets to him soon.
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