Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Conundrum

The madness and the rage,

The lion and the cage,

He runs around,

Like a rabbit chasing sage.

Either I touch and gain

The guilt and shame,

Or I let die and tame,

This expanding flame.

And spend crying years,

As I collect the tears,

And leave this heart

To face its fears.

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