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.
The Censored Poems #5
The Writings of Andrew R. Duckworth 