I am the color ___

I am the color of the cage
Aged beyond neglect
I am the knot of every noose
Tattered beyond regret
I am the shade of every world
When the SUN leaves your path
While the lantern of the night
Becomes the mirror of our masks
As we embrace human folly
and its many malignancies
We scoff at our shadows
And the dirt from our pasts
But when solitude haunts us
Aging our souls
We become this metaphor
Reflecting all woe
When I say I am rage
I am the color of the cage
In a noose of despondency
Handmade with age
I am the cackle of thunder
Who mocks the flash in the sky
Somersaulting through the void
One as facetious as that lie
So as I spit like slit wrists in disgust with clinched fists,
And I ash upon ashes like mountains in the gravel,
Grinding the calamitous against beauty within,
My polarities shifting like the phases of the moon…
I need no mirror when I am the color of the cage
the bull of rage, I am doom
A demon named Anger
…aged beyond neglect
I am the color ____
Painted red by this day
Like the lantern of the night;
Somewhere between ____ and _____