The poetic voice within
Screams-
to be released,
Yet the proper words don't form.
The poetic voice within-
like a wild animal
caged-
frantic and angry,
gripping the steel bars
that hold it captive-
pawing at the paddlelock
for which I have lost the key.
It paces-
this magestic, powerful beast
shaking the ground
with heavy plodding paws.
The beast turns to me-
eyes of rage...
and of fear.
I stretch my arm through the bars
but cannot quite reach.