Elevation Poem by Kerry Sheridan

He writes her into a big metal box,
Sentences to form stanzas, suspended
Panicked, trying to break impenetrable locks,
His love the protagonist, long and unexpended.

The artificial light paints her in steel greys,
If his love is unrequited again, there'll be red.
A bleak and empty shaft that sees no ray’s
His cable unmoveable, weighed with led

He expects some truth or love eternal
She is suspended at a sickening height
Uncontrolled but owned, an animal.
Constricted. She will never be right.

These words that confined me,
I will break free.