Pacing the Cage

Sunset is an angel weeping. Holding out a bloody sword. No matter how I squint I cannot make out what it’s pointing toward. Sometimes you feel like you’ve lived too long. Days drip slowly on the page. You catch yourself… Pacing the cage. I’ve proven who I am so many times. The magnetic strip’s worn thin. And, each time I was someone else… And, every one was taken in. Hours chatter in high places. Stir up eddies in the dust of rage. Set me to pacing the cage. I never knew what you all wanted! So, I gave you everything… … Continue reading Pacing the Cage