Paper Cages

When I feel like I'm about to combust

When red is all I can see

When I'm accosted by a feeling of mistrust

Like everyone around me

Should just...


Words form like arrows ready to fly through the air

It's why I keep my bow unstrung

So they stick, just there

At the tip of my tongue

Weighed down by things I'll not bring to bare


I aim them at the page

The only way to free my thoughts

My own directed rage

Ideas safely caught

Held in a paper cage


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