The "Four Archetypes" in Confinemen
3. The Archetype of Gulliver (A Shakespearean Sonnet)
A giant bound by threads of petty spite,
He lies upon the shore of Lilliput,
While manikins of power, veiled in night,
Would keep the doors of reason tightly shut.
They measure out his limbs with tiny string,
And fear the "alien hulk" that speaks too loud;
To them, the truth is such a dangerous thing,
It must be wrapped within a leaden shroud.
He saw the warring kings in frantic dance,
Two nations bled for eggs and hollow pride,
And stood between them with a steady glance,
Though both would cast the "traitor" now aside.
But chains of thread cannot subdue the mind,
That leaves the small and cruel far behind.
4. The Man Died (A Petrarchan Sonnet)
"The man dies in all who keep silent now,"
The word rings out across the prison stone,
A creed for those who face the dark alone,
And refuse to the tyrant’s crown to bow.
With hunger etched upon his furrowed brow,
He makes the barren, narrow cell his own,
Where seeds of fierce defiance are now sown,
Beneath the weight of every broken vow.
The "Amber Wall" reflects a fading light,
A glimpse of world beyond the iron grate,
To steel the soul against the coming night.
He will not let the silence choose his fate,
For justice is a fire, burning bright,
That turns to ash the pillars of the state.
5. The Shuttle and the Crypt (A Shakespearean Sonnet)
The shuttle moves within the silent crypt,
To weave a tapestry of inner sight,
While from his hands the tools of life are stripped,
He crafts a garment from the threads of night.
He meets the "Old Man" in the shadows there,
And speaks with ghosts who wandered long ago,
Finding a logic in the stagnant air,
That only those in solitary know.
The world outside may think the poet dead,
Interred within a tomb of grey and dust,
But through the needle of his aching head,
He sews a robe of truth that will not rust.
For though the body rots in cold decay,
The woven shall never pass away.
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