No Anger

You sadden me.

Painting the blackest of murals

onto my walls, you sicken me.

You kill the brightness,

draping violet velvet 

across my every sun.

Taunting me,

you run your delicate fingers

across the iron bars,

jingling the steel fetters

squeezing every neuron

out of place.

Sanity no longer holds.

You hold.

You hold me through time

You hold me through space

And you smile wickedly,

letting out innocent laughs

like the sounds of singing birds.

You sadden me.

but you do not anger me.

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[A.A.Romanczuk]

it is like being stuck in a cage woven of invisible threads. i am an orange meticulously squeezed until the fibers of being protest and are squashed against my peel, while the jailer drinks. i sing for my jailer when i wish to weep. there is no more anger, only sad silence. tumbleweeds. i will write poems he will never read.