Rage

 Rage is fired up passion let out of a cage.
Passion is dormant, it is passive. Once ignited it magnifies, transforming into rage. It is the burning bush inside of you -everlasting. It is fed wood and gasoline to explode in a boisterous roar.
Rage takes control. An angry powerful passion that takes the reins on logical thought process.
It grants strength where strength is not granted, it is the mutation of a wild beast dwelling inside the body.
Rage is attached to the soul - not always active, but activated necessarily.
Can it be stopped?
Good luck to the one who steps to the being of rage.
There are animals within us - some ferocious tigers, others timid deer.

Reviews

[Beau Maysey]

Interesting concept, and interesting poem. The form is a bit confusing, maybe break it down into more lines. The transformation from passion into rage you've outlined well and I can visualize it, so good job. The metaphors are all well-picked I think, and going back over it I am noticing more and more clever layers in each line. :)
The use of alliteration and assonance, not quite sure if it adds to the poem, but it does create a rhythm, and rhythm is important.
The basic there here seems to be that each of us has the passion inside us, and it takes but a spark to create the rage that all of us manifest at some point. Cool, although I think perhaps passion can be powerful without turning to rage. Good work on this poem! :)

[Patrick J]

Thank you for such an in depth review Beau, I'm glad you liked it. I'll take what you have to say into consideration about the structure of the poem.