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The Little Door

Wondering were I got this rage I started looking 'round the cage Hiding in the back, a little door. Damn, never saw this before I pressed close my ear, hoping to feel hot to the touch, it made me kneel Whats behind the door, I'm brave to behold Rest assured it would soon be told. Locked! But how do I see? That soon the door would open to me Turning away I vented a rage then I heard the click from the back of my cage Spinning and turning with a stare I fell to my knees, all of me aware The door swung open wide revealing all that was crammed inside Memories of things all bad every one of them made me mad And with a great breath of wind a sudden gust that made me spin an uncontrolled rage began to escape from this caged man jumping to my feet again I'll not be captive to anger's sin I shoved the door closed with all my might That will do for now, but then the night I sit shivering looking across the room at the little door hiding crazy gloom I will destroy the insanity without this rage I will be free to fly again without with a cry No rooms now in my uncaged sky.
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Sep 18, 2011
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taken from my blog opinionsofeye.blogspot.com

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