Rage In a Cage

I am consumed by rage Every minute of every day He is always there. He gnaws on the bars of the cage I forced him into Scratching the glass he sits behind Pacing Waiting for the opportune moment To break free Of the shackles I clamped around his wrists, Of the muzzle I wrapped around his snout, Of the chains that restrict his freedom. The rage is silent for now, But every so often, When he knows I am weak, I feel him bubble up my throat Pump through my veins Dribble out my pores Drip off every tooth And just before it spills out of my mouth, I rein him back in, Chain him tightly to the floor, Lock the cage door, And throw away the key, Until the day he finds a way again.