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Swinging

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vansc14

Published: Apr 6, 2013

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Anger and rage.
Locked up
And hidden away.
Never to see the light of day.

Anger and rage,
Boiling silently within.
Kept in a cage
locked by self control.

But,
The key is dangling,
So close they can almost grab it.
Grab it and set themselves free.

The key,
Hanging on a string,
Each bump sends it swinging.

Anger and rage,
They try to grab the key,
But it swings away.

It swings towards another cage.
One filled with sadness and depression.
So cold and frozen,
They can barely move.

Sadness and depression,
They want freedom as well.
The key swings to their cage.
But stops just out of reach.

They key,
It swings back towards the other cage,
And stops just out of reach.

They key swings back and forth.
Each bump sends it swinging,
Sending it closer to the cages.
But just out of reach.

Bump...

Bump...

Bump...

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olokp

Apr 7, 2013

This describes anger to the "T". Especially at the end "bump bump bump" its like that nagging feeling in your stomach that tugs at you with every passing second. Great job