Eyes open, refusing to see…
Heart choking, pretending to be
Alive inside. Freedom named but
Never claimed, shore in sight but
Holding tight to tossed shred of flotsam
Tied to an anchor. Well-disguised
Anger wrapped in false confidence:
All Sherlock, no evidence. Stuck with
A telescope dressed as a microscope, when
All the while
What’s required is a periscope to
Punch through the surface of
Play-pretend purpose, an act in
A circus of clowns
With no tent.