[dalila]

Ozzie asked about the poem I said I had written so I am posting it here. Just two verses and a negative ending -- at least I haven't followed through on what I wrote about doing. Maybe it isn't finished, I am not finished yet either. I think that is a good thing. Thanks for listening.

Dalila


I feel like a wild cat in a cage.
Pacing and snarling in my rage
Surrounded by fools, I’m just a joke.
Laughing at me as they prod and poke.

Furiously and frantic I claw.
Biting a stick, biting a paw.
Blood is blood, my rage demands it flow.
To find the peace as I watch it go.

[Fuzzybear]

I hear ya

{{{{{Hugs}}}}} if ok.

[Zenobia]

For me it is the inner demons who harrass me and put me in that cage of rage. It feels as if my insides are getting too big, pushing and expanding my body and soon I will explode, dying in the process. If I bleed it relieves the pressure of those demons getting bigger, it lets them ooze out and run down the drain leaving me empty and thin, able to slip through the bars of the cage and be free for a little while.
carrie

[LadyDragus]

I can feel the pent up rage you are talking about...

I feel caged all the time.. but I do not want to act on the impulse to cut cut anymore than you do..
The paws I want to cuddle I want to kiss to make the blood go away, but I would hold your paw so it would not bleed till we could get you out of that cage.

Cages are not for humans.. adn you are not an animal.. and you are not a joke..
Some just do not understand the nessiaty of the flow of blood..

<font color=purple>The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
- G.K. Chesterton
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