Trapped

I am trapped forever in a lion’s cage,

And inside my stomach bubbles with rage.

The circus still playing in my mind

Has not allowed my thoughts to unwind.

As performers skip around the ring,

I fail to see what hope this could bring.

My stomach jumps as batons twirl,

And at this point, I’m going to hurl.

But the circus-master says we aren’t done yet;

I guess all his needs have not been met.

So he gestures to drums; tells them to pound,

And I want to scream at such reverberating sound.

I am trapped forever in a lion’s cage,

And inside my stomach bubbles with rage.

-ANF

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