Sunday, October 26, 2008

In A Cage

Restlessness stirs within
an unsettled mess, I feel condemned with no pen
And then the lion sets in
released of the cage from within
A rage I have no defense against
a cataclysmic event
With self-awareness comes a price
a small fee will not suffice
As a pendulum swings, my consciousness sees
that which is me, the nice and the mean
I mean, I stare at this screen needing to speak
but I can't find the words, my attempt looking bleak
Half-hearted and weak, it's a slump not a streak

To be finished at a later date.........

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