I am an illusion of help
A minor player in a box
A jack of sorts ……….
That has many blocks
A few queens, many kings
An ace or two and spades
So many spades - the black
Ones mostly - spread around
Sleep comes easier to those
Aware not a movement can
Be done without a tiny voice
A paper folded in half - stapled
As if to hold the very essence
Of the soul captured - escape
A simple word not allowed
Release - the term is release
When will “ I be released”
Voices, eyes, lifted hands all
Follow me as I leave the keys
In a drawer and walk out
Push the button and step out