Poem #2

Ticking down the minutes, the hours, the days,
Until I release myself from my own imprisonment.
Still pacing with the rage of a freshly caught tiger
Licking the blood staining my teeth from my last fresh kill.
An immaculately built cage of my own design.
The bars carefully placed by my own desires.

The monster hidden from display is me but not me.
If it confuses you, it confuses me even more.
From the bed to the water dish and back again.
The guards, they mock, they even throw rocks.
I growl and I snort but when I am fed I subside.
The bite no longer stinging; the bark no longer ferocious.

But, if you get close enough, I’ll still rip you open.
So come a little closer….