Seething

The crusty voices, underlying mistrust

Cushioned in laughter and playfulness

A shallow sporadic voice that bursts

What comes after is venom as jest

You're fooling none, I know this game

understand the friction, shades of grey

What I've become, what this became

We pan the diction, needle in bale

A foot soldier marching on today

Over the hill, over the fire

Across the river, inside the maze

Knowing a trap, follow the sire

What good is a rant that can't be heard

If thoughts are stifled and Hands tied

Dense smoke that comes with mirror,

shards of glass swallowed with pride

I fight I fight the indignant fight

Inside my head a storm brews

Outside is rainbows and butterflies

My demeanor, sharp and cool

This has to stop the seething rage

That grows inside this caged Bird

Face I must or simply walk away

This rising wave must not be curbed.

For I might lose the inner voice

The discerner of black and white

The toughest war rages within

When soul and mind stir up a fight

Another way, a clearer path

Alternatives must be found tonight

For I may not rise if I fall,

My freedom is my own device