By Andrew R. Duckworth

Clamped down.
Escape was unattainable.
Nonsense like waves
Sinking ships over the deep.
Ogres get their day, they always do.
Rose-colored glasses eat away sense.
Eaten, devoured,
Delivered to a false sense of security.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth
Poetry, Short Stories, and Shared Experiences of Andrew R. Duckworth
By Andrew R. Duckworth

Clamped down.
Escape was unattainable.
Nonsense like waves
Sinking ships over the deep.
Ogres get their day, they always do.
Rose-colored glasses eat away sense.
Eaten, devoured,
Delivered to a false sense of security.