Cages
I am locked
in some ancient cage
with this monster
wreathed in darkness.
And we play games
and we prowl around
eyeing each other
waiting for the next blow
circling
circling
circling
I am locked
in some ancient cage
and the monster
hasn't attacked yet
but it's there
and it craves blood.
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watercolor thoughts [completed]
Poetrypoetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight
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