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  • Jack-In-A-Box

    Here I stay, day-after-day, in uncomfortable fear surmised by neglect and abuse;

    Reserved in solitary with doubtful hope of a chance to eject and amuse.

    Uneasily anxious, yet silent and still;

    I grow evermore impatient to deliver that shocking thrill.

    I’m consumed by darkness, confined to an eerie box;

    Condemned from the joys of the world by a hinge so securely locked.

    Trapped against my will, lost without control,

    The void makes me ill as helplessness takes its toll.

    A soul desperate to break free,

    To illuminate with a brightness and excitement for all eyes to see.

    It’s only a matter of time, before the crankshaft starts to twine...

    Only then does the countdown begin – from ten - as the handle elegantly spins.

    A familiar sound fills my head, as I hum that bittersweet tune to the

    Very end... Freedom is near; freedom is here!

    Suddenly I burst onto the scene – surprise, surprise... feeling so

    Revived and alive!

    Sprung free, it’s me; here I am... can’t you see?

    I smile earnestly.  Arms wide, hoping to embrace freedom with a hug

    For eternity; permanently.

    But I’m met with despair;

    There’s nothing to grasp, only air – it’s not fair, it’s just not fair!

    I’m snapped back to my senses;

    Attached to a spring swaying violently and reckless.

    The cheers, which were once so vivid;

    Quickly diminish.

    I should have known it... A happiness lasts for only a moment.

    Once again, a giant hand shoves me down with force;

    Back in the box you go Jack!  An injustice runs its course.

    So, this is my fate?

    Back into the pit of darkness to lie in wait;

    I’m just another Jack-in-a-Box, trapped by a hatch and lock until my

    Next release date!

     

    by Vasil-W:Heisler © 2014