Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Jailer


I woke up with a need so great.
An animal caught in a trap
Blood dripping down the iron cage walls
Trying to claw my way out.

Looking through the bars
For the face of my jailer
The only one that can set me free
From the gouge I have made
From pacing, pacing, pacing.

I can hear the keys now
Jingle jangle hitting his hip
As he walks down the hall
To free me from my cage.

I will be his.  Hurry.

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