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.
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