Inner cage Outer rage
Kill the people Turn the page
Bleeding in an alleyway
Watching darkness hunt the day
We’re the only monsters here
Gods of violence, blood and fear
Rule blue heaven overhead
Die not with me when I’m dead
I am dead to faith and hope
Love is but a hanging rope
I’ll not dangle; Best beware
I will roast your heart so fair
Toss you like a broken knife
Dare you still to be my wife
Break inside the inner cage
Sail the sea of outward rage
Take me safely back to land
with your roughened, gentle hand
When your love has calmed the beast
Claim his heart your wedding feast
Ever fast and ever true
In the inner cage
with
you
© Alfred W. Smith Jr. 2015
Beyond Panic 
Deep and brilliant, Alfred! Loved it.
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Thanks! This was another ‘improv’ poem. Wasn’t quite sure what the ending would be when I started it, but it came to me as I was writing it.
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This is often the best way to write. I love starting with 2 or 3 or 4 lines and then just seeing where it ends up. Sooner or later it takes shape and the mood/subject suggests itself.
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