A Filled Cage

He’s lost her now

The venom festers within him

Throughout all these years

You can see it glowing

 

It came spewing from his mouth

Sweating through his pores

Leaking from his ears

Travelling through the passages

In his body

Almost undetected

 

Until all he is

Is a frail, crumbling cage

With stapled paper skin

Filled to the brim with poison

Author: Jack Bennett

Motorcyclist and Poet Riding and writing

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