Metaphors in the head,
screaming for freedom -
when I'm on the bus,
empty-handed; dirt road
shaking the wheels.
When I'm home facing
meadows and butterflies,
it's behaved and quiet.
I beg for its meat but...
like a child, sulks.
Melanie Agua
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/metaphors-sulk/
