Confined

What do you do with the anger that eats at you?  When it doesn't burn out or go away completely, festering inside, poisoning your mind, breeding dark thoughts. There's no release from the rotting fumes surrounding every image, hiding the original, clouding the judgement, sipping through every pore and still managing to remain intact, surviving in deep corners of the soul to be raised at the provocation spreading wings ever stronger with every time it happens. It twists the frame draining out any perspective, control, or self-possession holding you a hostage trapped in a double cage of inner and outer prisons combined where freedom seems so illusive