Cage

My heart is a cage inside my chest, with a wild animal lunging at its bars,
trying to dislodge whatever impediments block the nourishment it seeks.
Desperate hungers leave furrows there, deep clefts dug in the scratching,
clawing attempt to find the end to my search.
It’s not a quiet kind of pain; it’s a ferocious, raging, feral animal that has to get out now.
Occasionally, a tamer comes near, but either loses interest or falls in the fight.
Is the animal a devourer? Where is the trainer who will smooth
tangled dreams and ragged breaths of wishing?