Uncaged
Uncaged
Uncage these feelings, thoughts, and emotions
man oh man, if I did that it would cause quite a commotion.
Every single shred of evil, darkness, and horror would slip
quickly out of me, dying to get away,
wanting to tear anyone or anything down that
dare get in its way.
I try, and I try, and I try to keep all of this at bay
but if I keep trying, I’m afraid I’ll start to fray.
I’ll start to lose control of the person I am now
and become this thing I will no longer be able to recognize,
and no longer will I be surprised
If I am succumb to this darkness and become my own demise.
To be able to uncage ANY part of myself
means to make others sit and wait in fear
wondering if I’ll ever recover from this
while they’re drowning in their own tears.
Uncage me? “No thank you”, I say with a smirk
because if I did, I would definitely go berserk.
You have no idea what uncaging myself means
because this little explanation is only what can be seen.
There is so much more to me know you’ll ever know,
So, these feelings, emotions, and darkness just continue to grow
Festering, pulsing, oozing, trying to shout
but I will never let them give way, I will keep them in
while the rest of me slowly withers away and I rot from the inside out.
Copyright © Jacinda Staver | Year Posted 2023
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