Poem - Bottled Up Inside by Natyc

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- Bottled Up Inside

Bottled Up Inside
by Natyc

bottled up inside
unable to escape
i can feel Its blood is boiling
It wants to get away;
but not now
not right now

screaming through a soar throat
worn out nails pry the lit
i can feel Its body growing
It's about to break the rim;
but not now
not right now

"let me out!" It screams,
bulging eyes in pain,
pressed against the glass
the cage It will escape;
but not now
not right now

shattering fills my ears
fear flies through my veins
Its claws become my hands
Its rage becomes my pain;
it's now
it happens now

my throat the screams tear open
my eyes then bleed with tears
my swollen fist pounds walls
the rage then fills my ears;
it's now
it happens now

i take control again
wrestling my way through
sealing another bottle
this thing will soon outgrow;
It will escape soon
but not now
not right now.

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