Looking Back Poem by Michael Koelliker

As the day reaches evening
The man begins his jog
He begins running down the empty street
And he runs straight into a fog

In the nebulous mass
Begins the confusion
He calls for help, from a lad or lass
But nobody comes, he’s all alone

Struggling through the cloud
It turns to an Iron web
Screaming and screaming, ever so loud
Sticky, but steel, what a contraption

After his panic he finds release
His honour and will shattered
It lies before him, broken piece by piece
He exits the metallic web distraught

He begins running again
He is running forward
But traveling backward in sin
He runs faster and faster

His past flowing by as a river
He is astonished and appalled
The sights of his evil past make him quiver
To see in hindsight is a terrible horror

As the trip through time ends
He awakes in a white cubical room
Is this where he makes amends?
He turns and sees the instrument

There lies a table in the room
On that lies a box, marked with the question
He hears a voice, but from whom?
“Turn the crank and discover your fate.”

As he turns he hears an ominous noise
The box is emitting a carnival theme
“How can I be afraid of some toy? ”
The voice repeats, “Riddlebox! ” 3 times

As the box opens, he hears screams
The jack is a portal to his demise
The murderer of evil and of dreams
The envoy of Light, known as the Riddlebox.

(2/13/2008)