A victim in your box

A victim in your box

 

A victim in your box

coffinlike

awaiting death

cemented by misery.

Time no longer defined by the hands of a clock

but by the hands that turned the keys...

 

Time that once floated into a perpetual high

hands that once elevated me,

now close the locks to my confinement...

 

A victim in your box

psychological locks,

yearning hands to release those bonds

yet fearing those hands and what they may bring.

Lips once so useful are now used to sting.

Hungry...for love,

but starving from love's deprivation....

 

A victim in your box

now aware of how to turn the locks

Strength disguised as weakenss,

a prisoner shackled no more!

A victim

released

unshackled

celebrating freedom

Finally sees life for the first time...

 

No longer a victim in your box....

Author's Note

This poem is dedicated to Colleen Stan, the survivor for 7 years, 1977-1984 who was kidnapped and taken hostage by a sociopath and his wife, victim of torture and confined in a box. It can also be metaphorical, and also look like a victim of a bad relationship, or of your own self image...

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A victim in your box
now aware of how to turn the locks
Strength disguised as weakenss,
a prisoner shackled no more!

being underestimated can be a powerful tool cause it allows you the element of surprise throw the nemesis off balance.
I can see this as a bad relationship where one controls and manipulates the other. Very powerfully expressed.

[Whiskurz]

What a beautifully sad write.....My heart goes out to the victim......Whisk

[emmajoy]

Firstly, how terrible for Colleen to have gone through all that .. what evil walks our world. How is the poor woman now?

And yes, being locked into the shadows of another person is like gradually fading, gradually losing the will and strength to be self. Breaking away, escaping takes so much courage, it can rip a being in pieces but .. has to be done, we have to be 'self'. Words and actions can damage for life. ' Lips once so useful are now used to sting ...' You've always had a way with words, Kena, ' Time no longer defined by the hands of a clock ~ but by the hands that turned the keys...'

Good to see you back.

[eatmills]

I have read many "Locked in a box" stories this is an excellent poem dedicated to those that are locked in boxes and finally escape. It reads great and so very smooth.

Note - you forgot the e in release.