Jack

‘Shh,’ said Jack, ‘the giant is coming’.

As he sat there rocking, listening to the stomping

Of the giant’s boots on the carpet floor.

The darkness surrounded him, crowded him, bound him

Leaving Jack hoping to be and feeling very small.

For he was in hiding, hiding from that giant’s hiding,

Leaving him hoping for something more.

 

He didn’t mean to do it, didn’t mean to lose it,

The giant’s golden goose, his treasure which caused his boots

To come stomping across that carpet floor.

Jack is now shaking, hoping someone will wake him

From this nightmare from the night before.

‘Please " Please don’t find me’, Jack said so quietly, so quietly

But this is not a folklore.

 

You could say, that good young Jack got away,

That that giant stayed at bay,

That good young Jack was hidden forever more.

Jack is good lad, he has never sought to be bad

But is punished for only being born.

His parents, they fail him. His school, they fail him. His country, they fail him.

As he suffers forever, and ever more.

Author's Note

Inspired by the story of young Daniel. RIP.

Reviews

[Isabel]

Wow, an own spin of the character from the famous Jack and the Beanstalk; such a courageous yet compelling act : deconstruction, though I look at the character of the story at a higher form as an allusion and parallelism to your slice of life.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is a sad tale... I felt the loss of life here, shuttered in the confinements of agony... a defeat in the loneliness...

A well depicted twist on "Jack the Beanstalk"...

A wonderful tribute, my sweet friend!~xoxo~