Tuesday, April 20, 2010

the leash

"the leash"

There is not a word long enough.
No such expansive cage.
That can encompass,
Contain my rage.

There is no fire,
That burns so bright.
An anger of no equal,
In the night.

So incredibly feral.
Forever hungry.
Day by day,
It grows in me.

It claws,
It screams and burns.
How can I contain?
It wants its turn.

Can I, in good conscience,
Allow its release?
How much longer,
Can I hold the leash?


1 comment:

  1. What a great poem. Deep and very powerful. I can almost feel the anger!